Teaching Nashville
by tannim
December 31, 2011

	It was nearly black out by the time they stopped at their camp site, but the gargoyles had little trouble seeing in the star light. As creatures of the night they could see quite well in the dark.  Knowing human's couldn't and wanting to get back to nature, Brooklyn had chosen to wear only his Fundoshi on the trip.

	It was comfortable, cool, and had the added benefit of letting his son study his body freely.  Hopefully it would help bring up the subject of sex and sexuality without him having to steer the conversation to it.  Brooklyn worried more about bringing the topic up than actually talking or doing anything about it.

	Nashville had chosen to wear his favorite shorts and an old dark t-shirt.  They were comfortable and innocent and with enough room in the front to hide the erections he kept getting.  Nash wasn't about to admit he was having them and certainly didn't want to be caught with one.

	"Wow, it's been a long time since I've been out this deep in the woods!  I'd forgotten how good it feels to have loam and grass between my toes" Nashville stomped a bit beside his father. "So why are we really out here?"

	"I needed a vacation from the city and from the looks of it, so did you." Brooklyn tossed his pack onto the grassy hill he'd selected.

	With a grunt he also tossed the large claymore sword he'd had strapped across his shoulders with the pack over too.  Nash tossed his pack and his own claymore down with it.  They'd had a lot of trouble gliding with those things until they'd worn them in front for a while.

	The secluded, as secluded as possible in a world overrun by humanity, woodland Brooklyn had chosen was overgrown in places, but was still a pretty good site.  The night time mosquitoes weren't terrible due to the rapidly flowing water nearby.  The hillside they'd stopped at wasn't marshy and there were trees pretty much everywhere except the modest clearing.

	"This does look like a good spot, pop." Nash smirked at the look on Brooklyn's face from the 'pop' comment.  It wasn't really a bad term, and certainly better than 'daddy'. "How's your eye? Can you see how many fingers I'm holding up?

	 "Ha ha, you're holding up a fist and I can see fine.  It's pretty much fully functional." Brooklyn nodded at the large fallen tree that had made the clearing. "This'll provide a good wind barrier and back brace for our tent.  If we camouflage it well we can sleep during the day there and even flying humans won't be able to see us to cause trouble.  The trunk is too rotted to be of use for lumber for them and it's too big for much value as fire wood."

	Since he was going to be out with his son, he'd decided to have some fun and teach Nashville some survival strategies too.  The younger gargoyle slashed at the log and left a deep claw mark in it and his father sighed.  There was a lot to learn.

	"And it's best not to leave unusual marks on trees that people may notice, such as slashes." Brooklyn pat his son's back. "So, lets get the fishing gear out and try to catch something to eat.  We haven't fished for years."

	After breaking camp, they each stood in broad tree branch reaching out over the river.  Nash had wanted to start right away, but his father had decided they'd just be staking it out instead.  It was nearly morning.  Even if they did catch something they wouldn't have time to do anything with it.

	After looking over their would be fishing spot a while, Brooklyn tossed a stick to his boy.  "Since there's no point in Fishing tonight, lets try some sparing instead."

	Nash caught the stick and only really had time to lift it up before his father bore down on him.  The first slash came at him  and hit his stick, as it had been intended to get him into position.  He tried to hold the "sword" like his mother had shown him with the light Japanese katana she'd preferred but the bulky wooden length was too heavy for one hand.

	Since Brooklyn held it with both hands, Nash quickly changed his grip to as close to matching as he could.  It felt very awkward swinging and defending with both hands holding the imaginary sword, but it did make it easier to absorb the force of each blow.  With each overhead or side to side slash aiming to connect to his stick, the younger gargoyle felt at easy with the training.  It was just good natured fun for them both.

	If it weren't for the sudden rise in his shorts, Nash would have had a lot better time of it.  As it was, his shorts tightened while watching his father's nearly naked body shifting and flexing.  The erection was entirely inconvenient, as always, and he tried to ignore it, as always if somebody was around.

	Brooklyn noticed it, but he didn't let up the assault.  His heavy stick swung down and narrowly missed the boy's neck when Nashville actually counter attacked.  Before he'd just been blocking.  His more aggressive attitude fit with the rough weapon well and both sticks clacked loudly together.

	The boy kept his eyes on his father's every move, but that didn't help with the erection.  His father's every move showed off that handsome red skinned muscled male form.  With Brooklyn's nice masculine figure came his long white hair swinging and bouncing with each graceful movement.

	"Is something wrong, Nashville?" Brooklyn swung his heavy branch with both hands and knocked the younger gargoyle backward. "These aren't like a katana.  Use your full strength for swinging and don't rely so much on fast strikes."

	Another blocked swing sent Nash onto the ground butt first.  Brooklyn stopped his attack to stand over him, a bulge of his own making his Fundoshi tightly outline his member.  He'd hadn't had to think much to get that erection, watching his son fighting was a lot like watching Katana and the boy was pleasant to look at too.

	Nash stared up at Brooklyn.  He let his eyes travel down to the bulge in his shorts then up to the similar bulge in his father's pouch.  Not for the first time he wished the older gargoyle would wear the loincloth again so it would blow out of the way sometime.  The urge to see if their parts looked the same had grown with his maturity.

	"I know it's not a katana! I just need a bit more practice with the heavier weapon.  These are just sticks anyway." Nashville climbed to his feet and tossed the branch away. "I'll do better with a real sword."

	"I'm sure you will.  Come on, let's get back before the sun's up.  We can talk about... sword fighting tomorrow night." Brooklyn pat his son's back. "You didn't do badly for your first time.  If you weren't so distracted by your pants you would have done better."

	"Yeah, it just won't go down." The teen gargoyle clenched his hands when he realized he'd spoken of it, then relaxed a bit at the other male's continued walking as though it were nothing. "I just have to focus more."

	Brooklyn didn't say anything until they got back to camp, then he just got into position in the fallen tree's dense branches as he spoke. "We'll talk about THAT tomorrow night too."

	Nash shook his head, not sure what to make of it before he too got into position.  It probably wouldn't come to anything embarrassing, knowing Brooklyn.  He wasn't sure if that was welcome or not.

*****

	When the darkness came again and both awoke to the cracking of their stone turning to flesh, Nash simply scratched and yawned.  The camp looked the same as when they'd slept, except for the raccoon running away with a lump of bread from their food bag.  Neither gargoyle felt like running after it, the little guy looked too cute for that.

	"Well, that's something you don't get to see too often in the city." Nashville laughed.

	"There are actually quite a few raccoons in the city, especially at night.  They love the garbage cans." Brooklyn stared down at his feet in self debate, then shrugged and tugged off his Fundoshi. "There, that's much more comfortable.  Would you rather fish, spar, or forage for food in the woods?"

	"Only three things to do?  What are you doing?" Nash stared at the naked gargoyle in surprise.

	"There are no humans around.  Clothes aren't important for gargoyles.  It'll be fun to go more natural." Brooklyn's morning wood was quite prominent without the small bit of clothing.  He could see Nashville's still hidden while his son studied the only other gargoyle erection he'd ever seen. "Come on, join me.  It's very liberating to be naked."

	"Ummm... no thanks!" Nashville licked his beak and hesitated. "Well... maybe."

	"There's no shame in being bare.  You've been working out, you don't wear much then.  Taking off the rest isn't much different." Brooklyn turned around and spread his wings. "Here, I won't look if it makes you feel better."

	The older gargoyle could practically hear Nash yelling at his body to soften up down there.  It made him smile, but he forced that away before turning and helping his son tug off his shirt once it was over the blue boy's head.  There was a look of panic an surprise, but it passed quickly and the shorts soon came off too.

	"You shouldn't be worried about being seen.  Gargoyles lived for a long time without clothing." He looked his son over slowly, making sure to linger on Nashville's firm abs and pectorals, as well as his firm manhood. "And you have a lot to show off.  Any female would love to see you."

	Nash snorted at that. "Yeah, any female.  I wouldn't even know what to do with one if there WERE any."

	"Yeah... your mother wanted me to have a talk with you about that." Brooklyn grabbed his fishing rod and hurried toward the nighttime river. "For now, lets catch something to eat.  We can spar a bit while it cooks."

	"Talk with me about what?" He dug around for his pole, then ran after the red gargoyle.

	Brooklyn already had the hook in the water by the time his son caught up.  Both of them had softened during the run and Nash felt much more comfortable.  The discussion earlier still played on his mind, especially what Katana had wanted them to talk about, but he let it go to toss his line into the water.

	They were quiet at first, each trying to decide how to bring up the conversation.  Brooklyn wanted to let Nash start, but the younger male didn't seem to want to.  It was going to have to be up to him then as he again tugged his hook out with only a bobbing stick on it.

	"So, Nash... How long have you been playing with your, ah... sword?" Brooklyn shook his head, not very subtle but how could he start?

	"What?" A bite on his hook made Nashville no longer care.  He tugged on the line and jerked out a bare hook. He looked back up in minor annoyance. "What sword?  The one you and mother have been teaching me with? I imagine since you started teaching me!"

	"No, not that sword.  Your fleshy sword..." Nash watched his father lean back and rub the handle of his rod against his flaccid dick. "This one."

	Nashville didn't bother to look away.  Watching the other male's member stiffen at the attention was fascinating.  He'd seen his own do it plenty of times, but he'd never had such a clear view of it as he had there.  The shaft stiffened and swelled a bit larger than his own, but save for color, they were more or less identical.

	"A little while...I guess.  Long enough." The teen shrugged. "Why?"

	"I thought you might like a little instruction on how to use it." Brooklyn tossed in another cast, then tied the pole to a branch. "You can touch me if you like.  It might be a little awkward for you at first, but go ahead."

	"This feels more than awkward." Nashville looked away a moment to see his rod, then down at his own fleshy rod again stiffening.  He really did want to talk with his dad about it but it was just too strange. "I don't want to touch you like that.  How can I after being together so long?"

	Brooklyn was quiet almost a minute, then stood up. "Your mother's home country is Japan.  She spoke of a mature man teaching a younger one the ways of their body.  I had a similar experience in Scotland." The red gargoyle crouched next to his son, then reached back to slide a hand between Nashville's wing joints on his back. "You already know how to relieve some stress with your hand and your penis.  Yes, that thing between your legs, though I think you knew what it's called already.  You probably don't know what else you can do, though.  Where you can touch, or perhaps what can Be touched, to also feel good."  The look of pleasure on Nash's quarter open beak grew broader at the continued attention between his wing muscles.  "This is just one of many things.  Do you want to give up learning more just because I'm your father and you're too familiar to be open with me?"

	"I don't..." Nash pressed back into the rubbing. "It's just so humiliating!"

	"Why?  You've seen me naked many times.  I've seen you too, even while you were looking right at me." Brooklyn hesitated.  "It is embarrassing for me too, really."

	"Touching isn't the same as seeing... That does feel good." Nashville pulled away after a moment longer. "If you want to... show me.  I guess I can try it."

	The hint of shyness made his father smile. "Good choice.  Here, " Brooklyn took the teen's hand and guided it to the red skinned dick between his legs. "Squeeze it like you would your own."  Both males grunted at the touch.  It was a lot different to hold somebody else's for Nashville and it was a shock to his system to have his son holding his erection for Brooklyn.  The older gargoyle tried to keep his voice calm despite the nerves and suddenly racing heartbeat from the situation. "Feels different than touching your own, doesn't it?"

	"Yes!" Nash's voice sounded higher when he responded, like he was struggling for a breath. "It's a lot... different."

	He felt his father's living heartbeat through it and realized that he had felt his own while stroking himself in the past.  The fact that it wasn't his heartbeat just made it far more noticeable.  Holding another male also made him feel it at a different angle with the slight split of the glans rubbing against his thumb rather than his finger.

	Brooklyn stood still as he was explored.  It was hard to not tense at the touch at first but it grew quite pleasant after a few strokes to get used to it.  His son was rather gentle with it as though he were afraid to break that stiff flesh.  That hesitation was something he'd have to work on for them both during the trip.

	"Use your other hand too." Brooklyn pat his scrotum gently. "You can compare my pair to yours too."

	The teenage gargoyle clicked his beak once, then did as asked.  His hand swung fast enough to make his father wince and justified that wince with an expectedly rough first touch.  With the size difference between Brooklyn's full grown pair and Nash's smaller set, Nashville wasn't sure how firm he could squeeze.

	He'd found rubbing and even squeezing his own felt good to a degree and had had a good time exploring them.  Exploring another male's was much different.  There was no feeling for him like he had to be careful.  Only the wince made him ease up a bit until Brooklyn caught his hand.

	"Not so hard.  Those are delicate things.  They can take some abuse without breaking but they hurt quite easily!  I'm sure you've hit yours too hard, well, you have to be more careful with somebody else's.  It's hard to tell how hard your stroking or squeezing." The red gargoyle slid his tail up to lightly cup Nash's scrotum along the tip. "Start out just touching and lifting them up with a new lover.  You can go further when you know them better."

	Brooklyn kept his tail stroking the boy's balls.  It'd been a long time since he'd gotten to do it and was glad that it still felt good.  He explored Nash almost as much as Nash explored him.  He just wished he could use his hands a bit more.  That would come, but Brook wanted to wait until after they were more comfortable together.

	His son's hands quickly grew more confident in his touch.  Despite the different angle the parts were still the same as what he had and Nashville had already figured out how to make them feel good.  It was different feeling, but the motions were the same and pumping his dad's cock was rather pleasant.  

	The thought building on Nash's face was obvious for his father, but Brooklyn didn't try to encourage it.  He wanted to see if Nashville had the courage to do it.  A few moments later, with his father watching, the teen pressed his beak down to close around the stiff length in his hand.

	"Unnn... I'm glad you felt free enough to do that." Brooklyn pushed his hips into the exploratory lick. "Go ahead, taste me.  I'm sure you tried to get your own into your mouth... I know I did when I was your age.  It feels a lot better to do it to somebody else than to yourself, though.  It's a lot easier on your back too."

	That last comment made them both laugh at memories of failed attempts.  Nashville pulled away to grab his dad's tail.  His own erection was waiting to slide against it.

	"Wow.  Even just your tail feels better than my hand!" Nash pressed as much of the tail against it as he could, then tried lifting his tail to cup Brooklyn's balls in return.  "Does mom ev..."

	"Don't think about your mother.  When you're with a partner.  Think about that partner." Brook shook his head and ran a hand down his son's chest. "There's no need thinking of anybody but who you are with at the time."  He crouched a bit lower before leaning in and finally daring to kiss the boy. "Would you like to try something else?"

	Nashville stared.  The heat of his father's beak pressing to his lingered throughout the several second long kiss and for several more when they pulled away.  He'd kissed his parents before.  Usually on the cheek but even a few times on their lips.  It had never felt like that.

	The cock in his hand felt so much bigger and livelier after the kiss too.  His own heart was racing far more from brief intimacy than even from his dad's tail rubbing his testicles or hand rubbing that wonderful space between his wings.  Nash took a deep breath, not sure if it was to calm down or to buy time to think of what to say.

	At last he exhaled. "I don't know.  That felt great... and you feel good.  What else is there?"

	Brooklyn fully stopped touching his son and simply sat back. "Well, we can take it slow.  How about we share a special bonding I learned from an old friend." The red gargoyle scooted closer until he sat side by side with the younger male.  He was glad that Nashville hadn't thought to let go of his erection yet, it made it that much easier to put aside his still lingering reservations and grasp the boy's own shaft. "Here, now we stroke together."

	Nashville gave a grunt of excited surprise at the firm grip and sudden pumping.  So similar to what he'd done on his own, yet not even close with his hand not on the stick.  He tried to mirror his father's hand while working the bigger red skinned member he held.  It took him a few moments to get the rhythm right, but soon both he and Brooklyn were stroking at close to the same speed.

	Both of them were quiet at first.  Both of them were impressed at how good it felt.  Brooklyn found he really had missed the pleasure of sharing time with another male.  Even if it was his son and even if it did feel weird for him.  He supposed he'd have to admit that his mate had been right about spending such time with their child.

	Nash's hand wasn't quite as steady as his own but the boy worked him with enthusiasm.  The awkward angle grew familiar to them both soon enough.  Brooklyn let out a long sigh in pleasure, then smiled when his partner did the same.  It seemed like a good time to introduce the idea of doing more than one pleasurable act at once, and he did just that by again kissing his son.

	Nashville was far less surprised for the second real kiss.  He actively pressed into it when Brooklyn's beak again touched his and the passion was shared between them there as well as in their hands.  Hands that quickly grew slick with masculine arousal.

	Precum beaded, then dribbled, out of Nash first and he loved the feeling it gave to his father's hand sliding down his length.  Just like before, kiss and stroking felt good while together they mixed into something wonderful.  His legs tensed.  His claws dug in just a bit.  His body tensed.  A sudden spurt sprayed out as he came.

	Nashville's belly clenched repeatedly while the teenager tried to thrust into the hand.  He'd always taken far longer with just himself, but the touch of the other male and that kiss just wouldn't let him resist.  If only he could return the favor.

	Brooklyn didn't slow his own hand and wasn't surprised when his son's hand didn't stop at all either.  The fact that Nashville hadn't lasted long wasn't too worrisome.  He sort of remembered his own brief first time with Goliath and how quick he'd blown it, so quick but so happy for it.

	Brooklyn could feel his own orgasm building too.  Aged and experienced he may have been but his son had enthusiasm to use against him.  That smaller hand left more room to stroke as well.  Every stroke drug against his glans and every stroke tugged very pleasantly at him while his own hand kept working on Nash's hardly diminished manhood.

	When he at last broke the kiss fully, Brooklyn smiled faintly. "I'm nearly there, too.  I do remember when I could go several times in a row... I hope I still can like you probably will."

	The red gargoyle pushed his hips up into the clutching and sliding hand once more before unloading his cum nearly in the same spot as his son had. He flailed at it with his free hand after the first spurt but only managed to catch the last four globs that spurted out along his palm.  It would be enough, he hoped, and he wondered if Nashville had already tried it.

	They shared the orgasmic afterglow together, again sharing a brief kiss, before Brooklyn offered his hand. "Give it a lick."

	Nash made a face at the splatters of sticky whitish cum but leaned down to give a fast lick anyway.  It was slimy, though not as bad as that weird "natto" bean dish his mother had tried to make once.  The way it clung to his tongue was odd to him too, but the taste wasn't bad.  It wasn't great, but it wasn't bad, what little taste there was for that small glob.

	Another lick, over a much bigger splotch, and his dad's spunk spread over his tongue much more fully.  The musky taste came through along with more of that texture he wasn't sure if he liked.  He'd never thought to lick his own, knowing what also came out of that hole.

	"How is it?" Brooklyn climbed to his feet and laughed at his son's face. "Yeah, I didn't like it much at first taste, either.  It got better as I got used to it."

	"It's not... bad.  Just not great.  Maybe if there was more to taste better." Nashville stood up too, lifting his foot as he stepped in a sticky puddle. "Good thing we weren't at home.  That would have been a mess to clean up." The boy looked at his fishing rod. "Now what?"

	"If you'd like to try more, we could try something new, but I don't think we'll be catching anything tonight at this rate." Brooklyn glanced down to see a wiggle on Nash's line. "Well, maybe something after all."

	Nashville grabbed the pole and jerked violently up.  He almost dropped it when his father again grasped his other pole, still not fully soft, to massage it's length.  A large fish came out of the water just as Brooklyn's knees hit the dirt and his beak engulfed Nash's member.  Not knowing what to do, Nashville just stared down at his first time having his cock sucked.

	"Brooklyn!" He couldn't think of anything more clever than just the name, it seemed enough.

	"Yes?" The red gargoyle pulled away with a  kiss to the tip. "If you want to taste more to see if you'd like it, this is a good way to do it.  You won't waste any of it by missing.  Better than my hand was I'll bet.  Tastes rather nice too." He again kissed the teen's not quite fully erect tip, it was definitely filling out again. "You've spent once already, but I imagine you'd be able to produce another load... after a bit of work"

	He again took his son's shaft into his beak all the way to the blue skinned groin.  The musky, sweaty, taste of Nash's maleness was familiar, a fair bit like his own when he'd been flexible enough to take his own cocktip into his mouth in the past.  It was somewhat disappointing that he'd have to break off to deal with the fish in a minute, until then though, he enjoyed the uncertain expression on the young gargoyle's face in the darkness.

	"Dad... the fish..." Nashville didn't really want to deal with that either, having a mouth on his member really did feel so much better than his hand had. He looked at the fish flopping about on the bank near their feet, it didn't seem so important, at least not until his father's beak again pulled away from his inexperienced sex.  Nash gaped at him, again having no idea how to react. "You stopped."

	"Yeah, I stopped.  I didn't want to, but we have to deal with other things first.  You'll enjoy it more afterward anyway." Brooklyn grabbed the fish just below the head. "And it'll give us both time to recover a bit of stamina while we cook this."

	"I guess...What were you doing down there.  I mean I saw what you were doing but, isn't it dirty?" Nashville followed his father back to camp where the fish was easily dispatched, cleaned, and set over a smoldering low flame fire.

	"It's a type of sex.  Oral sex is one name.  That can mean any mouth, or beak I suppose, to genital intimacy.  It can taste bad if the partner doesn't wash." The old gargoyle spoke while he poked the fire a bit to expose another ember from where he sat on a log. "It's also called a blow job in this modern time.  Fellatio too I think." He looked up and laughed. "If you are worried about the fact that you pee out of your penis, don't.  The few drips that may remain won't add enough flavor to worry about.  Of course, there are some who want to drink that.  I'm not one of them, though.  I rather doubt you are either."

	"Hand and Mouth... I suppose you can use anything to rub there, huh?" Nashville looked down at his shaft. "It stiffens when I think of about anything if I don't give it some attention every day."

	"You're a male.  That's normal and healthy.  The attention you're giving it is healthy too.  Having somebody else give it attention is always much more enjoyable though." Brooklyn lifted a foot and brushed against his son's again stiff member. "If I were to use my foot, it would be a foot job.  Hands are hand jobs.  Tail would be a tail job... you can probably figure out the rest."

	"Ummm... what about a wing job?"

	"Our wings are fairly sensitive, I've never tried using them for that."  The red gargoyle looked thoughtful. "Usually I just stroke along the wing joints.  Like that spot I touched a while ago.  You remember that?"

	"Yeah, but I mean, like if I were to rub my wing membrane over your... um, over your dick." Nashville pushed himself toward his father and dropped to his knees just as his dad had done earlier.  Instead of taking Brooklyn's shaft into his mouth, though, he swung his right wing around to drape the membrane over that nearly fully erect maleness.  Using both hands he squeezed the soft wing skin around it before his nerve could fail him.  If his dad could touch him so freely he had to be willing to touch back equally freely. "Like this."

	The pleasantly surprised look on Brooklyn's face and the hand stroking down his hair told Nashville it felt good.  It felt strange to rub something with the wing membrane on purpose, but rather nice given the warmth of his dad's manhood and the lively pulse of it throbbing inside the soft thin flesh.  He leaned his head up into the petting hand, happy to have at least surprised his old man.

	"I've never tried it before, Nash.  It is very nice, but I think it would still count as a hand job.  You're using your hands to stroke me still." Brooklyn looked thoughtful. "If you want to try a real wing job, I could thrust it between your wings on your back and let you flap them." He didn't look away while turning the fish to it's other side with his tail. "Since we have limited time, why don't we try real sex instead?"

	His son immediately dropped his wing away and sat back on his heels. "How?  There aren't any females around.  I know that much, that we'd need one."

	"I could be your female... you could also be mine.  Males can have sex together just fine.  Provided we have a bit of lubrication." Brooklyn stood up and bent over the log he'd been sitting on.  A quick lift of his tail and Nashville had a good look at the tight ass and tighter anal ring. "You can do a lot with this back door.  It's a lot of fun too."

	Nash ran his hands over Brooklyn's butt from where he crouched behind the older male.  He really enjoyed the view of his dad's nuts hanging there looking heavy between his legs, but his gaze drifted higher with thoughts of trying to figure out what all could be done with that ring above them.  It did look inviting and turning to stone every day kept it quite clean.

	"But... how do I know what to do?  Do I just stick my dick in it?  I could probably work  a finger in I guess." Nashville gripped his father's tail and pulled it up higher, more roughly than he'd intended too.  Brooklyn's ass lifted and pushed back with it before he could say sorry and he found his beak pressed right into the crease with his lips right against the ring.  The middle was so hot and soft.  With his lips already there he couldn't help but to kiss it by accident at first.  That accident turned into a second kiss a moment later.  It felt a lot better than he'd expected it to and a lot less gross after he'd done it.  "Sorry... I think."

	"Sorry for what? It felt good.  Try another kiss.  This time, slide your tongue around it, you don't have to go in." His father's voice drifted back to him.

	Wings and the older male's ass and tail blocked Nash's view, but he was focused on those parts of his father anyway as he again kissed the hot ring of muscle.  It clenched at the beak tip pressing to it and it relaxed a moment later.  The teen rather liked how it shifted against his lips and found his hand running down to his dick to find that it liked it too.

	Brooklyn spread his legs further for the kiss and reached back to pull his rear cheeks apart further.  His son's tongue had been shy at first but it gained confidence after circling his pucker.  It felt wonderful.  Katana hated doing it, though she loved receiving it, and he was savoring the rare treat.  He gripped his cock just as his lover did to his own.

	Wanting to make the most of their time, Brooklyn draped his tail off to the side to give him a better angle for poking the tip under Nashville's tail.  He felt another kiss press firmly against his ring in surprise at the unexpected touch there.  A hand caught his tail but it let go quickly and he was proud of the boy when Nash's hand instead moved to cup his red skinned balls.

	"Relax, it's too dry to push it in.  Just enjoy the pressure of it pressing against you." Brook's experienced voice settled the young gargoyle down. "Your hand is very welcome there too.  You can be a little more rough with them, they won't break from a light squeeze or petting." After a moment of his son continuing to kiss and rim his ring, with his own tail pressing against the boy's ring, he pulled his ass away for a moment. "Or I could rim you in return.  It really does feel good."

	"Rimming?  Odd word, but I guess it fits it." The young gargoyle grabbed his teacher's tail and pressed it more firmly against his ring. "Your tail felt good too." He slid his other hand up along Brooklyn's perineum to his back door entry before curiously poking a finger in. "It feels like I could just push it in."

	"You could, now that I'm lubricated a bit from your spit.  Or you could use young tail like I'm doing with you, though I think you'd really prefer to use something a bit shorter but more enjoyable for you."

	"Yeah, I guess it is a bit slick from that. I don't think I could get your tail into Me now." Nashville climbed to his feet. "Can I really... breed you, dad?"

	"If you're quick.  Spit doesn't last too long and as you've found with my tail, without something to moisten it, you aren't getting in."

	Nash stroked his finger along the crease a few more times and sighed. "It's already getting a bit dry.  I don't think I can get in now." He turned to look at the supply bag they'd brought when his father told him to find the bottle of lubricant he'd brought.  It took several minutes to find it, though, and even with his hand petting his erection, by the time he'd gotten it out, the were both mostly flaccid. "Well, I found it, but I guess it's a bit too late, now."

	Nashville rubbed himself a bit more but after the wait it seemed to lose interest in being played with by his hand.  Brooklyn's seemed to be in the same situation after he'd sat down to wait.  His penis hung completely soft from his groin but he didn't seem too upset about it.  

	"Now would be a good time to learn about foreplay then." He smiled and leaned back against the fallen tree's trunk. "Touching a lover to get them in the mood are just to share the pleasure of touch before you actually have that brief enjoyment of sex."

	"Ok... What exactly do I touch?  Do I just go for... for their parts?" Nashville stepped back when his father suddenly pushed of the log and pressed both hands to his chest. "Uhhh..."

	"Well, why don't I show you?" Brooklyn ducked his head down to rub his beak along Nash's neck. "It's not about anywhere specific..." His hands slid down the teen's shoulders to his elbows and tickled lightly into the boy's armpits. "You just touch and enjoy being with them."  The red gargoyle pulled his beak up again. "Lay down.  I'll show you a favorite."

	His younger lover did as told, spreading out on the soft cool dew moistened nighttime grass.  He looked up into the not quiet glowing eyes of his father as the older male crouched next to his feet.  When Brooklyn grasped one foot he let out a grunt of surprise.  How could his feet be at all important to it?

	A pair of thumbs dug into his arch and worked their way up to his claws to knead the tough skin there and the muscle beneath.  They traveled back down, kneading and stretching his tendons below back to the pointed heel before switching feet.  It felt good as Brooklyn worked them, but hardly sexual.

	His dad was quiet as he worked, running his hands over the teen's ankles then back along the tops of both feet, one in each hand, and back to his ankles again.  Brook's large strong hands squeezed firmly once before his left let go to join the right.  He rubbed Nashville's left calf with both pairs of fingers while his palms stroked the front of his leg.

	Up to the knee and back down again and Brooklyn switched legs to do the same to the other.  He looked up to Nash, not smiling at all but simply looking, then back down at what he was doing.  His gaze took in the fact that the younger gargoyle was still nearly soft, which was fine, he was looking plenty relaxed to go with his flaccid manhood.

	"How is it so far?"  He finished the right lower leg as he had its twin, enjoying the muscular calves on both once more with both hands before standing up without going further. "No, this isn't sexual right now.  It doesn't need to be now." When he crouched over his son's hips, tail hanging between the newly massaged legs, though, Nashville found himself thinking it would suddenly get very sexual. He was surprised again when a hand pressed to his chest instead. "Give me your hand."

	It took Nash a few moments to do ask asked before he asked, "My hand?  Why?  What does this have to do with anything?"

	"Patience is part of foreplay," Brooklyn stroked his younger lover's fingers, squeezing around them each in turn before doing the same to palm and wrist.  Each part he massaged, some faster than others, and then moved up a bit further.  Soon both hands worked Nash's right arm both upper and lower, especially squeezing over the well developed bicep and deltoids and those around them. "Especially for a male."

	"Why for a male? What difference would that make?" The younger gargoyle offered his other arm immediately, it really did feel good getting the massage.

	"Females like to be intimate longer." Brooklyn worked that arm as he had the first. "They don't want to just finish as soon as possible and lay back like you are used to with your hand."

	Nashville let his eyes drift over his father's broad chest and to that rather cute dick hanging there.  It had thickened a bit since the massage had started, but it was still soft.  He wondered if the massage really was going to get them back up.  Each touch and squeeze felt good, but they weren't touching any interesting areas.  Of course, the view was rather pleasant. Maybe if he gave a little encouragement back.

	A touch to his buttocks made Brooklyn struggle to keep from commenting.  He was glad his son had finally thought to join in rather than just laying there passively.  It had taken longer than he'd expected but at least his pupil had finally gotten there.  As a reward, Brook's hands traced along Nashville's shoulders and down to stroke over the nipples on his chest.

	The boy grunted at that touch and worked both of his own hands over his dad's ass cheeks and back between them.  Father and son both squeezed and worked the muscles in their chosen areas.  Nash's nipples were tweaked before his pectorals were rubbed with open palms.  Brooklyn's was played with in turn, though it soon gave way to ball fondling and then to cock stroking as the younger gargoyle got too eager.

	"Slow down, Nash.  I haven't finished." Brooklyn laughed but didn't stop his son. "Of course, the point is to get a lover hot and bothered and it seems to have worked for you." He pushed his hips forward, further into Nashville's hand, then looked down at the other gargoyle's member. "Very well on you."

	"Actually, I think it was seeing you squatting over me like that, dad..." Nashville laughed, "but it did feel good.  Maybe I'll appreciate it more when I'm older."

	"Well, how about we stop with the hand and use the lube?" Brooklyn held the bottle out then climbed onto all fours when it was taken. "Since you're so eager to get back to it... Use plenty of it and put it on yourself as well as my ass."

	Nash grinned and squeezed some out onto his hand.  "Yes, sir!"

	His dry hand gripped his father's tail and he swiped the slick one up Brooklyn's crevice in a long swipe.  The older male rocked forward from the surprisingly cool slimy liquid, then took a deep breath and pushed back.  His comment about it being a good start brought another slathering from his son's hand and even two fingers digging into his ass.

	Nashville enjoyed how different that area felt all slicked up and even more so the feeling of his dad's ring gripping around his fingertips.  He couldn't wait to feel it around his very much ready sex.  The urge to simply push it in was diverted by Brooklyn lifting a foot up to cup the boy's balls again.  Nash was rather glad of that as he didn't want to be found lacking for his first lover.

	He squeezed a bit more lube into his hand and onto his dick before giving into that urge.  It too felt better lubed, but he didn't pay much to how his hand felt, not when there was a welcoming hole waiting.  The younger gargoyle  awkwardly positioning himself but instincts and a certain obvious quality of what should happen took over.  Nashville's tip kissed the well slicked muscular ring, then stretched it open around the thick head.

	His father's heat surrounded his dick before the tight muscle could clench around him too.  The penetration was powerful for them both.  Sudden penetration made Brooklyn wince but the fact that it was his own offspring that was doing it made it far more awkward, and somehow, more enjoyable.  He was his son's first, just as Goliath, or had it been Hudson, so long ago, had been his.  Brooklyn tried to relax and let himself enjoy it and was glad it turned out easier than he'd expected.

	Nashville stood stiff and still at first.  It was better than had been described and his slowly sinking in cock, from his father leaning back in encouragement, soon urged him to push deeper still.  Since part of him was in, though, he wanted to feel all of it in!

	A shove of his hips sank him in deeper.  Another however seemed to get stuck.  Brooklyn pulled away for a moment then back and Nash found the going much easier again.  The quick lesson didn't take repeating for the boy, he pulled back on his own before working the rest of his member in bit by bit.

	Getting it around a bend inside the other gargoyle took a bit of poking and prodding, with help from his dad, but at last, Nashville felt his hips slip up to slap wetly against Brooklyn's.  His breath came in ragged gasps from excitement.  Nerves he'd been keeping at bay took over and he found himself shaking from them even when he pulled back and slid right back in without too much difficulty.  

	Brooklyn hung his head limply to simply enjoy being ridden again.  Being filled again back there, bouncing in time to another male's hips slapping his ass, made him more excited than he'd expected it to.  Nashville's cock throbbed just like past lovers had only he knew it was his son's manhood filling him rather than just a friend.

	His cock swayed between his own legs under him, just like his long white hair, in time to the eager thrusts from the younger gargoyle.  When Nash asked if he was ok, Brooklyn pushed himself up more fully and pushed back into the action.  No sense savoring passively when it was so much more fun to give back, he decided.

	"You're doing wonderfully, Nash.  Not even breathing heavily, are you?" He clenched tightly around the boy's dick while looking back. "You have a cute grimace for sex.  If you want to please a lover more, work with their parts too, don't focus on just your own."

	Brooklyn spread his wings just in time for Nashville's chest to press over them.  His son took what he'd said to heart and his cock to hand.  Both gargoyles enjoyed the intimacy and especially the slipping and sliding of masculine flesh.

	It was awkward for Nashville to work his hips and hands at the same time though he did his best.  Rubbing over his dad's strong chest and wonderfully hard dick did feel good though.  The hot manhood in his hand pulsed in time to his own shaft sinking in and jerking out.  Nash pressed his beak to his old man's neck in a loving kiss.

	"Better?" Was all he could think to say for the advice.

	Brooklyn's red ring tightening around his cock was the only response he his father gave back beyond a grunt.  The older gargoyle pushed back to meet the thrusts more with Nashville pressed over him.  It was so much more satisfying once his lover was working for more than just his own pleasure.

	Brooklyn's body bounced a bit in time to the boy's cock plowing his ass.  Nash found he could reduce the rocking if he held on with both hands and arms for the ride and enjoyed the increase in drag around his member it gave him.  He could feel the familiar tingle of building lust in his loins and worked his hips faster to get it.  His hand on his father's own dick slipped off with the wilder strokes but he just caught it again to go back to work.

	With the increased pace Brooklyn had a hard time keeping the rhythm too, not that it mattered for him.  With his son doing most of the work he could simply enjoy it.  The knocking against his prostate, the full feeling in his rear, the way Nashville's balls slapped against that line of flesh between his ring and his own balls.  All that mixed with the boy's hand squeezing around his manhood to produce an amazingly satisfying buildup.  If Nash had known to rub that special spot on his wings and joints it would have been perfect.

	Instead, the boy worked him his own way.  Inexperienced but with very energetic penetration and motions.  He turned to look at his young lover and they kissed beak to beak moments later.  Nashville needed that kiss while his pleasure built to its peak.  It let him vent the tension that'd grown with his lust.  It also showed his appreciation for the older gargoyle's body.

	Brooklyn could feel himself loosing control.  He'd expected his son to go first but after going so long without a cock up his ass his body wasn't holding back its old response.  His dick throbbed powerfully with his racing heart and any slack there may have been in his erection vanished entirely as he came.  A jet of semen sprayed onto his belly, another hit Nashville's fingers, followed by the ground for the next.

	The red gargoyle's ass clenched powerfully with each spurt, pushing the teen harder to his own peak.  Nash jerked his father awkwardly in response to those anal contractions until his cum slicked hand slipped entirely off and gripped his pop's tailbase under him for better support.  He couldn't last any longer and didn't even try.

	Brooklyn shook his head head left and right, then swung it back around into another desperate kiss.  They held it throughout their shared pleasure with the boy's orgasmic spasms competing against those of his father's. Cum sprayed in and cum sprayed out with Nashville easily pumping more out than the older gargoyle could pump out.

	It felt just as good as it had in the past for Brooklyn, with the subtle pressures from each spurt drumming against his inner walls.  He took a deep breath through the kiss and smiled faintly.  It was always over so quickly, though Nash kept rutting away for several more seconds.

	"Did I make a good female for you, Nash?"

	"Yeah." It wasn't much of an answer and his thoughts were too hazy to care.

	"There's still plenty more darkness left.  How about we cool off a bit and go foraging." Brooklyn eased himself out from under his son and Nashville pulled fully out.  They embraced again with another kiss before leaning against each other next to the tree trunk. "We can try some more later, I'd like to show you how to enjoy our wings more intimately."

	"Does it feel as good as that?" Nash asked after a while.

	"Not quite so good, perhaps." The older gargoyle chuckled. "But... it can last longer and feels plenty good."

	They sat together a for nearly ten minutes.  Brooklyn ran his hands over Nashville's muscular legs and belly, the teenager just let him touch.  It was nice to be rubbed over, he had to admit.  He wondered how it would have felt had he let his dad finish that full body massage he had tried earlier.  It had seemed so pointless then but he wasn't sure about that anymore.

	Nash leaned back to let Brooklyn's hands roam his sides and up to his shoulders and neck.  Should he return the stroking?  If he did it seemed like it would get in the way though.  Weren't they supposed to be calming down?  His father's hands slipped away finally as Brooklyn stood up.

	"Well, let's go see if we can find some berries.  Since we seemed to have overcooked our fish..." They both looked at the lump of charcoal that was all that remained of Nashville's catch. "I bet it would have tasted good too."

*****

	"Here's something." Brooklyn held a tree branch that looked a lot like the other branches around them to his son. "There are some berries hanging on it." He took a sniff and looked over the shape of them. "I think it's a Mulberry tree.  They're good, but messy."

	The younger gargoyle looked at the tree.  He too had very good night vision, but even so, the black and red berries were nearly invisible.  When Brooklyn picked one he could easily see why they were messy.  They bruised very easily.  Still, they tasted good when they both set about picking them.

	It was surprisingly enjoyable to pick the berries.  They flew up into the higher branches for plenty that other animals couldn't get and ate their fill.  By the time they'd finished, their hands and beaks and tongues were stained with reddish purple juice.

	The juice didn't wash off too well in the river water a short flight later, but enough eventually came off.  Washing was rather fun, anyway, when they noticed the juice had gotten onto other parts of their bodies.  It started innocently enough, Nash thought, he saw Brooklyn scrubbing and then spread his sticky leg to do the same.

	Brooklyn spread his legs, then stroked himself over the juice in a slower suggestive manner.  Nashville laughed and imitated the jerking motions he knew quite well while rubbing his tail off.  His father crouched into the water and swished his balls back and forth just breaking the surface as though that would clean the juice that wasn't even there off.  Soon they were both showing off their masculine forms for the other's enjoyment.

	Tails were lifted, wings spread and flexed. Nashville turned around to show his back while pushing his cock down between his legs only to freeze in that position at Brooklyn's talons lightly racking along his spine and beak kissing into his wing joints.  It was an unexpected touch, but felt rather pleasant.

	The nibbling lips felt even more so when they pinched just right over Nash's wing muscles.  One of Brooklyn's hands caught his son's wing just beyond the finger and pulled it further open.  His other hand traced the soft wing membrane.

	"Now seems like a good time.  I think we're both ready." Brooklyn pressed his erection between Nashville's buttocks but simply slid it down to bump against the boy's balls from the back instead of trying to penetrate. "Should I stop?"

	The younger gargoyle shook his head.  He'd never thought to stroke his wing membranes or the muscular joints.  Nashville stiffened, or that sweet spot between both wings that his dad had touched earlier.  They had never really caught his attention, but Brooklyn was right, his wings really did feel good.

	Brooklyn's fingers squeezed around the membrane while his beak kissed up and down his lover's back between the wing arms.  His tongue drug firmly along his son's clean flesh after each kiss.  Such rarely touched flesh was amazingly sensitive and with the blue boy's arousal already simmering in the mood, it felt almost as though it were his penile glans that was being rubbed instead.	

	Brooklyn let go of the wing to carefully stroke a sharp fingertip up and down the crease he was already kissing.  The motion was so much more insistent than his tongue and lips had been.  Where the tongue had been a nice firm broad friction, the talon like fingertip was sharp and made the nerves itch as Nashville's body tried to decide if it had been cut or not.  Brooklyn's hot breath followed that point up and down even as he added a second, then a third finger to the stroke.

	Nash shivered under him and his wings stretched involuntarily before clenching back around his father's head.  The boy wasn't sure if he was trying to stop the touch or keep it from pulling away.  It made his heart race and his erection swayed in the air in front of him in time to that heavy pulse.  With Brooklyn's own shaft still poking against his perineum and balls, the younger gargoyle felt that tingles travel down his spine and up from his groin to make him want to cum again desperately.

	Brooklyn switched his hands to again squeeze and knead the boy's wing joints, but he pulled his face away.  "Squat down, Nash."

	Nashville immediately obeyed the murmured command.  His father's fingers held onto his wings loosely but it was the gargoyle's manhood that he paid attention to.  When he dropped down, his dad's dick slid up hiss ass and bumped his tail firmly.  At first the boy thought it was going to push right into his ring but two hands pressed him down further and the cock just popped around his tail to slide up his back.

	Shallow river water had just touched his blue skinned sack when his lover decided he'd sank down far enough.  Nashville wasn't at all surprised when he felt Brooklyn's erection rubbing between his wing arms.  The heat of that stiff member, however, did.  It was intense, feeling far hotter than it had in his hands or even his mouth.  He could feel the urethral prominence where the shaft pressed flat to his skin through the heat.  It was a rather pleasant sensation.

	Brooklyn carefully gripped his son's lower wing joints, those elbow-like creases where the wing arm jutted from Nashville's back and the next section connected to it, before pulling them both inward.  He ignored the grunt as they shifted in a new way for the boy and pulled them further together until both joints touched.  With the wing arms pressed together the flesh between them displaced into softly fleshed channels. 

	Brooklyn pulled his hips back to slide his glans down the first crease, then thrust back into the exotic tunnel.  With the younger gargoyle crouching so low he had an easy time dry fucking that sensitive area.  It wasn't as tight as he knew his son's ass would have been, but he was fond of it just the same.  With just his precum to slick the way, the friction in a cunt or an ass just couldn't compare.

	"Unnn... How's that feel?" Brooklyn went slowly for the start.

	"It feels... odd." Nashville shuddered when his father's hips pushed to the left and ground against his wing muscles. "Erf... but good."

	"Hold that thought..." Brooklyn bent down to kiss his lover's hair. "Let's see how that stamina of yours holds out.  There, stay just like you are for now."

	Nash smirked, a squat was easy hold, for a while anyway.  He wondered about rubbing his own erection to feeling his father's stroking against his wings but was distracted again when Brooklyn's tail sloshed through the water to rub against his balls.  The urge to grab the playful length proved irresistible.  When it curled a bit around his nuts, Nashville squatted a bit lower and snatched the tip out of the water.  He gave a tug and felt his dad's rhythm stutter briefly into his clenched wings.

	Brooklyn nodded at his tail being caught.  He was enjoying himself and was glad his son had thought to join in more actively.  Sex was about more than just passively receiving and the older gargoyle hoped Nash had realized it.

	He didn't dwell on it too much, though, the boy's wing joints and muscles felt very exotic around his dick, far different from even a dry hand squeezing around it.  Nashville's body tensed in time with his thrusts as well, showing he was getting plenty of stimulation out of it too.  His wing sex changed texture for them both as pre-seed moistened the area.

	Jerking friction along dry skin quickly gave way to a wonderful slipping and sliding sensation with the added moisture.  It had felt good before, but it felt much better with the growing lubrication.  Brooklyn's dick stroked more evenly with each thrust leaving the blue gargoyle flushing red in his cheeks.  Not as good as sex and straight cock stimulation, but very hot all the same.

	Nashville looked back at his dad, breathing heavier than if he'd been working out, then back down at the tail in his hand.  It wasn't long enough to pull up to suck on, but it was plenty long to rub over his erection.  He wondered if it could coil around it like a snake until he tried it. Damn, too thick for that.

	Though it didn't work, the boy did find something to do with it.  Holding both his own dick and Brooklyn's tail felt like he was stroking two cocks at once.  It was almost as exciting as the continued rutting between his wings.  One hot firm fleshy length rubbed against the other with his hand dragging along them both and the base of his dad's tail splashing and bumping against his balls.  His legs were getting a little tired from squatting, but it was plenty worth it.

	"Very nice idea, Nash." Brooklyn grunted with another long thrust in. "Creativity is good for pleasuring a partner.  I hope my tail feels as good against your cock as your cock feels against my tail."

	"It feels, unnn... good." Nashville slumped a bit in pleasure. "Not as good as my wings are feeling right now, but good." 

	The boy grunted it surprise when the older gargoyle crouched behind him too. "Would you like to feel me inside you, instead?"

	Nash tensed at Brooklyn pushing his beak into the gap between both wings where his thick manhood had been moments before.  Again he felt that fat tip under his tail, right against his ring.  Brooklyn's hands let go of his wing arms to lightly rub along his wing membranes instead.  It felt good, but he did want more.

	"Will it... fit?" Was all the younger gargoyle could think to say.

	"It'll fit." Brooklyn ran his fingers down Nashville's sides, then slid off entirely.  His cock pulled away a moment later.  A few seconds passed before a cold wetness slid along the teen's crevice.  The gasp made his dad laugh.  Another swipe of lubricant and Brooklyn kissed the boy's neck. "Let's get out of the water.  It'll be more comfortable while I loosen you a bit."

	On the grass, just a short walk away from the stream, Brooklyn sat down and told his son to lay on his back.  They looked each other over again, each enjoying the other's masculine form.  Lube slicked fingers slid over Nashville's balls before down to the slightly moistened hole below them.  Nash found it was just as fun having it applied as it had been applying.

	"You carried that stuff with you?" It sounded lame even to his ears as he said it.

	"I did." Brooklyn just smiled faintly at the question as he worked the stuff heavily around his son's ring.  He tugged Nashville's legs up and set them on over his shoulders. "Here comes a small taste.  Now, relax.  Your body won't want me in unless you let it.  Don't tense."

	Nash jerked at the fingertip probing his ring, then tensed as he'd been told not to when the finger just kept pushing.  His ass clenched tight against the fingertip but couldn't hold it out with the slick coating.  When the finger slipped through, he could only grunt in surprise.  It took a few seconds to realize it didn't actually hurt. It just felt, big.

	Brooklyn let his finger stay just inside while the boy got used to it.  He wiggled and twisted it just a bit to work some of the lube in better.  Nashville took a deep breath when he pushed the finger fully in to the knuckle, then relaxed a bit when it was pulled fully out. A second finger joined the first, feeling even bigger, though went in much easier.  The two fingers pumped in and out a few times until they were suddenly followed by a third.  It slipped past his tight ring without too much trouble, too.

	Another squirt of lubricant was slathered along Nashville's teenage ass, then rubbed over his father's still quite full erection.  It looked darker than before and for the first time Nash realized the older gargoyle had been very close to orgasm before he'd given up the wing sex.  Somehow, that built up need made it more exciting for the boy.  The anticipation of feeling it relieved inside of him after the joy of feeling it rubbing on the outside kept him very much interested, despite the position worry of holding his father in that tight hole.

	Being on his back in front of his heavily aroused lover, his legs spread wide in invitation, was surprisingly embarrassing.  It did feel good being so exposed, in a way.  His dad had a clear view of everything he'd hidden since becoming mature enough to care about them.  Exposing that part of himself to view made him a lot more comfortable, despite the embarrassment.  It was exactly what he'd needed.  The slick touches and the heat of Brooklyn's cocktip kissing under his tail were just what he needed as well.

	Nashville gasped loudly when the older gargoyle's tip popped through his ring.  The shaft didn't fully sink in, but nearly four inches of masculine flesh spread his ass open in that single lunge.  He was glad of the earlier penetration, his father's manhood felt much bigger than a few fingers!

	Brooklyn rubbed over his son's belly with one hand and looked into the boy's eyes.  "A lot different taking it than it is giving it?"

	Nash only responded with a grunt.  His attention was focused on his insides and that part of his parent that was touching him there.  It really was amazingly different receiving.  The full feeling.  The rush of excitement at even the slightest movement.  The involuntary clench of his body trying to push the invading member out.  So many exotic feelings from his dad steadily tugging out and slipping back.

	Brooklyn wrapped a hand around Nashville's cock as he gentle worked him from behind.  It was an effort, but he kept the jerking in time to his thrusts, and his thrusts slow.  He wished he could go faster but didn't want it too intense fro his son or to end too soon for either of them.  Being careful held him back as well, but that was more an afterthought with his need burning in his loins.  It was an effort to focus on anything more than Nashville's muscular inner walls gripping and sliding around his dick.

	Despite the slower speed, Brooklyn spread his wings as though he were wildly fucking his wife.  Both of them were breathing in shallow pants with both of them noisily sucking in deep breaths during the deepening penetration.  Nashville grunted and looked back at his father.

	Being in his ass seemed to be pretty intense on his dad by the look on his face.  It felt good but just seeing the strain on that red beak made him smile and push his rump back into a thrust.  Brooklyn looked to be struggling to keep control on himself.  Nash had to fight his own urge to grab the other gargoyle's hand on his shaft.

	After his son pushed back into his efforts, Brooklyn stroked that proudly jutting blue erection without bothering to keep in time with his hips.  He felt his cock slide deeper and was glad he didn't bottom out with the wrong angle.  The teen gargoyle's ass opened readily and he even felt the harder to enter inner ring give way with just a few firm nudges.  Pulling back made him lose it, briefly, but he found the path again and enjoyed feeling the boy stiffen under him.  Their hips kissed in full penetration and Brooklyn forgot all about Nashville's erection.

	Nash tore clumps of grass and dirt with all four limbs from the intensity of his first cock fully taken.  His hips lifted a bit higher, then back down to grind against his father.  There was a wonderful fullness inside but around his entrance he felt an even more pleasant living pulse from Brooklyn's racing heart beat.  It made his own dick feel weird, in a very good way.

	"Faster... please?  Like I did for you, Dad.  I want to fee... UNNNN!" Nashville's talons dug deeper into the dirt when Brooklyn immediately did as asked.

	Further thought was pushed away from them both after that hard thrust.  Their bestial rutting took over and Brooklyn dropped Nashville's erection to grab the teen's hips.  His son looked down along his own body and just watched it bounce and swing in time to each rapid thrust.  Balls spanked his tail root.  Wet fleshy sounds mixed with heavy grunts and loud moans of pleasure that carried through the night time air.

	Brooklyn let go of his son's hips.  He pressed down, chest to chest, with his young lover and their beaks met to kiss.  A moment later, still holding the kiss, the older gargoyle pulled fully out to jam back in.  That re-entry was almost as powerful as the initial penetration and they hugged each other hard in response.

	Nash felt his shaft press firmly to Brooklyn's belly, nearly forgotten with the new experience of being mounted, and enjoyed feeling it rub in time to the renewed shafting.  How good his dick felt wasn't too important to him then, though.  His father's forceful second entry was just as wonderful as the first.

	After a few more thrusts, with pleasure growing more from his insides than his cock, Nashville noticed a wobbling to Brooklyn's rutting hips.  With as close to orgasm as the wing sex had left his lover, the clenching of his ring and inner walls only took a few more jabs before pushing his dad over the edge.

	Like the many before them, those few jabs ground wonderfully against a special spot inside which Nash had quickly learned to love.  Unlike the others, Brooklyn's orgasm left a hot feeling of pressure that made him happier with each spatter of cum that sprayed inside.  The young gargoyle hoped that spray would just go on and on.

	The teenage gargoyle watched his dad's face throughout the release, enjoying Brooklyn's vague expression of bliss and clenched yet somehow slackly open beak.  It was oddly cute despite how it looked and he loved his father all the more for it.

	Brooklyn took a deep breath when his pleasure eased off and leaned back to look over his son.  Nash's erection still jutted up begging for attention.  His own was still embedded into the boy's inviting colon, though he could feel it flagging already after his peak.  A loving smile hovered on Nashville's beak.  Sweat shown in the moonlight.  Brooklyn leaned forward again to trapped the stiff blue dick between their bellies in another intimate embrace.

	"How'd you like your first time?" Brooklyn again touched beaks in a kiss.

	"It was... I don't know." Nashville broke away and pressed both hands to his father's chest.  "I liked it.  I think I'd like it better if I finished though."

	"Yes, I imagine so." The older gargoyle caught Nash's hands and guided them all along his well toned chest and belly. "Though there is something to be said for being left on the edge for a while.  It makes you focus as much on your partner as yourself."

	Releasing the boy's hands and leaning back, Brooklyn grasped his lover's stiff blue manhood again and rubbed along it quickly. The hot flesh was just as enjoyable as before and begged to be satisfied.  It also made the tight rump around his dick twitch ever so sweetly around his flagging arousal.  After just another dozen or so seconds, his hand slowed

	"Mmm... Should I leave this alone for a while to teach you patience?" Brooklyn slid his own erection out of his son's ass.  A quick scoot back and he darted his beak down to kiss the stiff shaft.  The older gargoyle looked up at his lover while sliding his long muzzle down the boy's needy girth until his lips kissed the handsome young pouch below it.  The look on Nashville's face made him laugh and kiss the pair again briefly. "I know, silly question, isn't it?"

	The night was peaceful around them with the water gurgling pleasantly.  An owl who'd in the distance and Brooklyn's head bobbed up and down Nashville's young manhood.  His hands kneaded and playfully tugged his lover's testicles in their soft sack while Nash leaned back and looked up to the moon with a deep sigh.

	There was still another full night to look forward to tomorrow and he was sure he could talk his dad into another after that.  He'd learned a lot about his body and hoped to learn a lot more about it.  The boy tensed and came.  Hopefully he'd get to learn more about his father's body too.

*****

	"Hey, Brooklyn, look down there." Nashville pointed to an empty lamp lit clearing in the park as they flew over it.

	"Why?  I don't see anything.  We're still on patrol.  Get back here!" He dove in pursuit of his son with a shake of his head.

	Trees flew by below them both in the nighttime sky, growing larger as they landed until it was a game of dodge the branches.  Nash touched down first and he immediately ran to a dark edge and knelt.  His father followed him and waited with arms crossed.

	"Well, what is it?" Brooklyn stepped around in front of Nashville to get a better look.

	It took him several seconds before he looked away from the ground to his son.  The blue gargoyle had his beak open and his pants unzipped.  Their eyes met and the teenager licked his lips.

	"I found a... nice spot for us to practice more of what you taught me over the weekend." Nashville cupped his dad's scrotum under that silly loin cloth Brooklyn enjoyed wearing on patrol."I could use a snack anyway."

	His father didn't need much more invitation than that.  He was already stiffening anyway from the boy's hands on his soft red sack.  A single step closer and a tug at his cloth was all it took to put his shaft into that hot eager mouth.

	Brooklyn grunted at Nashville's tongue brushing over his quickly filled erection.  His son had enjoyed the taste of his musk that first time.  Nash had liked it better the second and third.  Brooklyn was very happy to share it.  The teenager was good with his mouth.

	Nashville took his dad's dick into his beak from tip to root for several seconds.  A quick pull back all the way out and he gave the tip a fond kiss and deep sniff.  The masculine scent from it made him happy.  It smelled wonderful.  It felt and tasted almost as good on his tongue.

	Each lick smeared just a bit more of Brooklyn's sexual essence into his mouth.  Each lick let him feel the veins and subtle bulges that covered the older male's member.  Brooklyn's tip was the best part for tasting and for drawing a reaction, but Nashville took it all into his long beak anyway, just to hold and savor the length.

	The teenager moved from savoring the moment and the act itself to actively pleasuring quite suddenly.  He swiped his tongue over Brooklyn's thick cock knob twice and simply sealed it back inside his mouth all the way to the root again.  An instant later he was sliding back up and right back down again.

	Brooklyn watched his son's head bobbing over his length passively at first.  The act felt good, but he needed a minute to get into the mood of it anymore as he got older.  Just watching Nash enjoying the act was enough, until it wasn't.

	His younger lover's hair bounced with the quick head work and it seemed to beg to be smoothed over.  Brooklyn didn't bother resisting, he simply gave in to stroke into that soft hair.  They held together that way quietly, beyond their shared heavy breathing, for more than a minute pleasuring and being pleasured.

	Neither watched for visitors and neither cared.  All that mattered for both of them was Nashville's mouth and Brooklyn's manhood inside it.  Nash pressed his lips tightly around the stiff dick outside and his tongue curled a bit around almost as tightly inside.

	With head still bobbing up and down Brooklyn's shaft rapidly, his father's musk and hint of sweat spread fully around his mouth.  He groaned at the joy of having the very much alive flesh throbbing there.  He groaned again at his hand squeezing around his own stiff length a moment later.

	Brooklyn pressed harder on Nashville's head without even realizing he was doing it.  His toes clenched in the soft park grass and his wings sagged down his back.  He ran his free hand over the younger gargoyle's long face almost like he was stroking a very thick dick but was too focused on his pleasure to think to do anything else.  Especially when Nash's free hand continued to play with his heavy testicles and soft coin purse.

	Nashville playfully pushed against the hand holding him in place until he had just Brooklyn's glans in his mouth. 'Focus on tip,' he remembered, 'if you want your partner to cum fast.'  The blue gargoyle cupped his dad's balls and sucked firmly around the head, though his tongue only brushed it lightly.  He didn't want Brooklyn to cum too fast, but he'd found it was fun focus there for a bit then move away.  It also gave him the most of his father's musk.

	Spent cum had lingered around and under the rim from their time together in the more or less wild.  Nash savored that scent and taste for nearly a minute, just enjoying it and Brooklyn's hand on him, before suddenly taking the entire red skinned member in with a sudden thrust of his beak.  The grunt it brought made him happy he'd taken his time.

	"Unn, well, I see you are getting more patient." Brooklyn chuckled. "I'm glad our time together wasn't... wasted."

	His son didn't bother replying, instead just nodding in agreement up and down the stiff gargoyle meat.  After sampling it a few times at camp he had grown fond of its texture dragging along his lips and upper palate.  Nashville liked to trace the veins as they thickened under the cock skin while he worked.  They always started out mostly flat but they always swelled with his lover's need.

	While his mouth worked above, the teen's hands continued to explore lower.  One squeezed and gentle tugged at Brooklyn's soft skinned coin purse while the other stroked up along the older gargoyle's buttocks and back down again.  The sucking boy felt his dad tense when his fingers brushed under his tail but those fingers just dropped away again each time to briefly pet both inner thighs.

	Brooklyn wanted to do more than simply guide his son's head, but it really did feel good enough that his body just told him to let it go.  It was too much work to reach out for the teen's wings or even to stroke over his cheek or neck.  Nashville had gotten rather good at cock sucking.  His father wondered if he'd been that good of a teacher or if the boy just liked it that much.  He wasn't sure which he'd prefer most.

	Brooklyn's musing faded to a pleasured haze of 'it doesn't matter'.  He looked up at the night time sky while his son again pressed a few fingers under his tail.  The boy's head never stopped bobbing over his cock and he was relaxed enough that two of Nashville's fingers slipped easily into his sweaty ass.

	After several good shaftings during the weekend he was much more open back there again and he grunted absently in appreciation.  His attention, however, never left that hot long mouth on his lustfully stiff dick.  Nash's tongue swirled and curled around the shaft down to kiss his groin, then it did almost the same up, tracing a vein here or firmly pressing down to increase friction.  Every time the boy got to the top he  stopped to simply slide his tongue around the head.

	Nashville gathered as much of his dad's pre-cum as he could around the cum slit.  The hot slimy stuff felt so good on his tongue.  It didn't taste like much, but the more Brooklyn produced the closer he was to release.  With the constant dribbles oozing out he figured his old man had just a bit longer before he blew.  It was always too soon, but somehow, never soon enough as the reward was just as good as the act.

	Brooklyn clenched his tail around the teenager's fingers scrubbing around inside his ass.  His ring stretched readily around them, and just like his son's mouth, he really wanted to keep them there as Nashville worked to find his special spot.  With his prostate massaged in the back and his cock in a loving eager mouth, he forgotten all about their patrol or even where they were.

	Nash pulled away from his father's cock suddenly to nuzzle it instead.  He pulled down just before he let it pop out of his beak.  It bounced up and he let it flop against his nose for fun.  Nuzzling it didn't feel as good for either, but it was such a different sensation it nearly pushed Brooklyn over anyway.

	Each nuzzle left more friction against it and each was followed with a kiss to his balls.  His son sucked the older gargoyle's entire pouch into his mouth for a quick tonguing before finally going back to his dad's dick.  He made sure to pinch with his lips lightly so Brooklyn's nuts popped free to bounce a little just as his shaft had.  All the while his fingers massaged over that happy pleasure spot inside his father's bottom.

	Brooklyn grasped Nashville's shoulders firmly after again feeling the hot mouth around it.  He hunched over, unable to passively accept the attention anymore.  His hips thrust in just as though he were fucking his son again.  He needed to cum.  Nash couldn't wait for him to.

	Brooklyn's tail went slack, his wings sagged with them before he suddenly tensed.  His cock swelled.  His claws dug in.  Seed sprayed into Nashville's hungry mouth.  Pleasure blotted out the trees and grass and night time sky, leaving only his lover's masculine face looking up at him while still bobbing quickly in time to his father's spurts to fill his world.

	Nash ignored his own erection while savoring his dad's.  Feeling it pulsing in his mouth made him almost as happy as tasting the spunk spraying out of it.  It felt so much more alive during an orgasm.  His father looked so much more handsome, despite the odd expression on his face.

	Nashville worked his fingers over the older gargoyle's prostate in long quick strokes to prolong the release.  His lover's tail clenched down over his hand more tightly in response.  Nash pumped them faster, knowing his lover would leak just that extra bit more into his mouth.  The spurts were always over so fast and they both enjoyed half second it prolonged Brooklyn's release.

	Both gargoyles breathed heavily from the excitement, though Brooklyn's was winding down rather than building up.  His groin still felt wonderful with his son's hot moist beak, still enjoying it bobbing up and down his cock.  The hand on his balls kneaded them almost in time to the fingers squishing inside under his tail.  As he came down, all he could do was take a deep breath and let out a long loud sigh of satisfaction.

	His hands relaxed fully to stroke the boy's cheek. "That was wonderful, but I think we need to get back on patrol."

	Nashville finally pulled off and out and sat back on the soft dew moistened grass, his legs spread. "You sure, dad?  Surely we can take a little longer on our lunch break."

	Brooklyn crouched down to grasp Nash's stiff member, then kissed his son. "Well, maybe we have time for a quick snack."