Camping Surprise

	Greyson sighed, checking his watch for the umpteenth time. The elder kangaroo knew he was early but still, the kid could be faster. Youths these days, the marsupial griped as he peered about the campsite. That was more difficult being blind in one eye, but he had taken the liberty of erecting the tent and getting the fire circle ready. The dusty orange colored kangaroo scratched at his graying muzzle, wondering if he’d forgotten anything. Checking things off mentally, he even remembered to grab the lube, just in case. Sure, he and the kid Rowan were getting along well, but things could get heated on a weekend getaway. A flush came to Greyson’s cheeks as his eyes closed, daydreaming a little about the many lewd things they could do together. Making out, frotting, hand jobs, blowjob, maybe even full blown sex. His jeans tight, the kangaroo thought of how long it’d been since he’d gotten any tail and how it might feel to spread open the younger male and…
	“FUCK!” He’d forgotten the condoms. Growling to himself, the marsupial padding around the clearing. Well, maybe the kid was into bareback? Or would be willing to try. Greyson could always pull out to finish, though that was never a pleasant feeling. Kicking at the dirt, the older kangaroo scowled before grabbing a stick and wrote “swim” next to the tent. Hopefully Rowan would get the message. Venturing off, Greyson spent the next few minutes searching for the pool of water that was supposedly out here. With his long ears, he could pick up the noise of running liquid easily enough and headed that way.
	Greyson came upon a good sight. Two buttes a pair of columns to hold the flow of water between them, dotted with foliage. The liquid cascaded down a small lip to a generous pool beneath it. Grinning, the older kangaroo tugged at his shirt until it came off, showing the scars upon his back. A remnant of wartime, much like the scar down his eye that cost him his sight. Kicking off his shoes and socks, his pants went next. Now in only a blue jockstrap, the marsupial stretched himself, running a hand down his decently muscled chest and admittedly softer abdomen. He’d let himself go some in his older years. Ruffling the fine gray hairs below his navel, Greyson groaned as he grabbed his pouch and squeezed it. When was the last time he’d even jerked off? Too long if the pulsing within was any indication.
	Sighing, the kangaroo bent and slipped even that off. His above average dick was half hard over his rather full orbs. A thick bush nestled the base of the cock and some fuzz was hanging between his balls, gray in color. Wading into the water, he was pleasantly surprised it wasn’t too cold. Probably from the warmer environment he was in. Thigh deep, the marsupial paused and just enjoyed the warm air caressing his body and genitals as water lapped around his legs. Reaching a hand back, he scratched at his firm ass before deciding to head further in. The water slowly came up to lap at his balls and rump before he dove into the actual pool of water near the waterfall’s base. Swimming under the clear water a few times back and forth was nice before he surfaced, gasping at air. Feeling refreshed and cooled, Greyson started to head back, getting to the shallower waters when a plop sounded behind him. Turning around, the kangaroo didn’t see anything as he skimmed the area, slowly heading back into deeper water. The water dripping from his fur felt…strange as he tried to peer into the dark abyss that was the pool. It wasn’t until he tried to step forward and found he couldn’t that he looked down.
	“WHAT THE HELL?!” Creeping up his leg was cylindrical tendrils of water, almost like vines in a way. He bent down to claw at them, unable to get a firm grip on them as they seemed to get thin and thicken as needed as well as being slippery in general. Instead of helping, more of the tentacles came out from behind and grasped at his arms, pulling him towards them. Another came and wrapped around his throat, making him choke a bit as he was forced to bend back some. Breaking an arm free from the watery devil’s grasp, the marsupial tried to get the one around his neck only for more to out and lock his body into place. What the fuck was going on? What was this thing? Greyson let out a gasp as a tendril slide between his orbs, rubbing back and forth. A shiver ran through him before the appendage moved to rub over his dick’s head.
	The elder kangaroo struggled within the thing’s grasp, held tight by the appendages. He let out a low growl as one tendril slowly snaked around his shaft, the texture feeling strange. His balls, now cradled by the tentacle, were rocked back and forth as the appendage now started to slip back and forth on the marsupial’s length. As much as Greyson would deny it, this felt kind of nice. He let out a low groan as his cock was stroked by the weird tendril. He was pent up from holding himself back for this weekend, his body betraying his need even if he did not quite want this. More of the strange tentacles came up, caressing over his body, playing with the dips and crevasses of his body and his nipples. One had even came up to pull his tail to the side. It was uncomfortable and strange. His eyes widened as one of the appendages came up and slid right between his cheeks, prodding at his tailhole. His struggling renewed, he had no interest in anything back there! The tendril had no sense of denial as it kept pushing and stroking. 
	A bark came from the kangaroo as it breached his unused passage. His legs were pulled apart and the tentacle went to work pumping itself in and out. The older marsupial whimpered a little, the sting of his ass being spread was unwelcome. At least it wasn’t a large insertion, given his top nature. Another appendage came up, hovering in front of his face. Understanding took ahold of Greyson as he resolutely kept his muzzle shut. He was already being violated, it seemed more humiliating to let it all happen. His body responded by his dick bobbing and spurting out more and more pre over the mass of curls around his shaft. A gasp behind him made him turn his head to look back with his good eye. At least he had vision, though seeing Rowan there was a little more embarrassing.
	The younger marsupial was a lighter, gold color with even brighter cream around his muzzle. He was physically fit and completely devoid of clothing. Wide eyed and ears erect, he stared at the abused Greyson, the older seeing the arousal forming within the younger as his cock grew up. The thick cream bush at the base was ruffled, an unkempt look that came with most of the fur areas ‘hair’ would grow if they had any.
	“Don’t stand there, do someth-urgh!” He had opened his mouth. What did he expect, the tendril to wait for him to finish? Nope, it shoved itself into his face, gagging and choking him as it went by his reflex and into his throat. They all moved in sync, one shoving in deep while the other came out and the eternal movement on his length. The sound of splashing came and he looked with his eye watering some. The young kangaroo was coming for him quickly, too quickly and missed the rising tentacles around him. Too late, Rowan only noticed his error as he was grabbed and hoisted into the air. He struggled with the one around his waist before more came up and pulled his limbs back down, leaving him spread eagle. The older marsupial could only watch as the appendages slithered along the young body, Encircling the nipples, wrapping around the dick and shoving into the muzzle from the gasp of having the cock touched.
	As much as he wanted to deny it, Greyson felt a thrill run through him at seeing the young lad being violated like he was. Was he sadist or kinky or something? It didn’t matter as that and a few strokes was too much and the old kangaroo let out a moan around the tendril, his body seizing as he orgasmed. His seed shot out, pattering into the water below similar to rain, the tentacle never ceasing its movement on his shaft as cum leaked over and between the coils. The one in his ass never stopped, pumping away through his clenching tail hole and making his ecstasy all the more intense. The elder marsupial was drooling some, unable to breath easily as he was forced to through his nose as the appendages kept using him. Then, they stopped moving. Greyson hoped that it had had enough and was going to let him go. He grew hopeful as the one in his rump left before he was pushed up into the air as well.
	The tendrils pulled and shifted, leaving the older kangaroo in a weird position. Arms crossed behind his back, one leg shifted outwards as the other was held up and bent, almost like he was stepping up something tall. The coil around his neck had loosened some, an ease to his already labored breathing, if only to snake around his tail and hoist it up. He could see Rowan staring at his tight rear, a flush coating the marsupial’s muzzle. Really, this was what he was embarrassed by? Showing his ass to the kid? Regardless, he heard the moan from the young kangaroo, bucking his hips as he stared. Was the younger marsupial actually fantasizing while being violated!? Fuck, why hadn’t he banged this kid yet?! He was such a hornball. Greyson froze, though, when something rather large snaked up between his cheeks and pressed against his ring.
	Try as he might, the kangaroo could not keep his ass clenched enough. A muffled cry of pain came from him as his virgin ass was practically tore apart. Or was it virgin? It was hard to truly tell if this was akin to sex toys or actual sex. It didn’t matter as the tentacle kept disappearing further into his tail hole until it could go no further. The elder marsupial was almost certain that fully inside of him, his belly was bulging. While he could check, he couldn’t take his eye off of Rowan. Partially to make sure he was alright but also because it was kind of hot. He was kind of a creep, wasn’t he? Dating a younger guy, finding arousal in this tentacle sex mess. His gagging came back as the appendages went faster and deeper, if at all possible. Tears welled up in his eye again, distorting his vision some as he tried to swallow and breath around the tendril in his muzzle. Feeling like he was on the cusp of drowning, the tentacles kept stroking and pounding away, making his second orgasm quick in coming. He rarely came like this anymore, being too old.
	The muffled noise brought his attention to the young marsupial. Greyson could only watch as the kid jerked and arched, seed flying out and splattering onto his body. He even tried to thrust, the gesture futile and his body used. It brought the older kangaroo to his end again, admittedly imagining he was the one destroying that young kid’s ass. His second orgasm was much more pitiful, lacking in all categories, yet it came out just as the first did. Spurts trickled down his cock as it blew out in ropes to fall in the water below. As he felt light headed, the tentacle in his muzzle pulled out and he gasped for air. He coughed and hacked a few times, feeling the burning in his chest recede. Then the appendages were lowering him until he was back in the water and they let him go.
	Immediately, Greyson wobbled before collapsing into the water. He was smart enough to roll himself over to breath air and not water, but couldn’t get himself to move. His jaw ached and his ass was sore. He heard splashing over the sounds of the fall and sloshing water and his vision brought about the general shape of Rowan. The younger kangaroo helped him to sit up, leaning against him some as the two breathed heavily for a few minutes.
	“Did that…really happen?” The hoarse and raspy voice of Rowan asked.
	The older marsupial just turned his head and pressed his muzzle against the other’s. It was simple and long as Greyson pulled back. “Real enough?”
	There was a flush to the lighter kangaroo. “Y-yea.” They sat there in silence for a little while. Then, “Greyson, you’re my father.”
	That…was something. “Wha?”
	“I, uh, only found out.”
	So Greyson had just made out with his son. And watched his son be violated by tentacles. And had thought of banging him. A stirring below made him wince. “Is that suppose to be a turn off?”
	Rowan just stared at him before diving in for a hungrier kiss, this time with tongue and all. The older kangaroo had to push him off, chuckling breathlessly. “Easy boy, I’m not as young as I use to be. Need to recharge.”
	Rowan nodded happily and helped Greyson back to camp. What a strange day this had been. Being violated by what seemed sentient water tentacles, finding out he’d been dating his own kid and now pondering if perhaps he should give being bottom a try. Truly a camping trip to remember.