Three generations of men set off for a bonding camping trip. Grandfather Andrew ex-army beefy muscle tanned bloke short grey hair and beard, strong shoulder back and legs 68 looked like and athlete with a big arse.
The big bum ran in the genes, Greg his son at 49, was tanned but still had his black hair and has a bit of grey here and there, muscle rugby man build like his dad big legs big arse big juicy pecs, and then we have Rory Greg’s son and Andrew’s grandson, at 18 he had perfect athletic body big arse like grandad and dad, fat juicy round muscle just like his dad and grandad and he looked exactly like Greg his father, tanned short back and sided big shoulders. All the blokes were 6ft 4 ish. The other thing that ran in the family with all the guys was black hairy pits and black hairy pubes all the men where hairy in the same places, not to mention their arses!
All three men were competitive about strength and movement and their bodies in their own way, and would often bicker a great deal between them, Andrew was always trying to pull rank and control Greg and Rory.
Andrew was leading them to a secluded campsite he knew very well
‘Pick up the pace lads, it’s just a bit further, get your arse moving, Gregory! Do I have to keep telling you’
‘Dad I am coming’
‘Move your fat arse and Rory move it!’
‘Yes grandad, I am coming’
They arrived, high up in the woods, there was a clearing from the trees, perfect spot for camping Andrew had been there before, was a perfect hidden campsite nothing but trees around.
Right Rory, put the tent up and Greg you’re on making a hole for the camp toilet, I will set some the fire going and make us some mushroom broth tea.
‘Yes Pops’ Rory said, yes dad said Greg.
Andrew had been given some mushroom broth tea from an old army friend of his, you could have it as a meal, it was filling and delicious, Andrew had lived on this herbal food in his time in the army and he wanted to share that with his son and grandson. He got the mushroom herbs out of his bags and began to make the tea with a kettle over the fire he had made as the tent was setting up by Rory and Greg was making a hole in the ground for the camp men’s toilet.
Rory had put up the tent and stoop up a big green three-man army tent, old fashioned but did the job. He could feel the campfire on his arse cheeks through his shorts he let out a man fart, Andrew said,’ Id tan your arse if you were my son’, Rory laughed he sat down and leaned back on a log, his rugby-player thighs stretching the fabric of his cargo pants. "Dad's soft, Grandad. City life has turned the big man into a puddle." "Shut it, you rugby brat," Greg retorted, though there was no real heat in it. "At least I don't spend my weekends getting tackled into the mud for a trophy." "Trophies win games, Dad," Rory grinned. Andrew ignored them, pouring a dark, pungent liquid into three tin mugs. The scent of the Mushroom herb tea hit them—an earthy, musk-heavy aroma, it actually smelled more like animal nitrate than mushrooms, Andrew just got on with drinking it, it was not quite how he remembered but what the hell, all three men downed the drink, it seemed to cling to the back of the throat. "Drink up," Andrew commanded. "
It’s a tonic. Builds the blood, clears the head."
They drank. The tea tasted of bitter roots and something metallic, sliding down their throats like liquid heat. For several minutes, the only sound was the crackle of the fire and the distant hoot of an owl. Something had started stirring in all three guys, at first, it was a warm feeling in the belly, and like a caffeine high in the brain, it was unusual but not unpleasant. Andrew wondered what was going on, they all did but just sat silently.
The horny feeling was felt from Andrew’s anus, and it shot up his body he scratched his balls; Greg had a shooting feeling up his arse too, and so did Rory, all three men rubbed at their ball sacks. Andrew saw the confused look on his sons and grandsons faces, he realised there were all experiencing the same rushing feeling of excitement in their bodies. He had felt it before by mistake in the army he had brood the so called Gext herb by mistake.
Gext called for its potency, the herb was an ancient herb that was like a really strong ecstasy tab, it made you high, but it also made you incredibly horny, G-Ext, because it was known for making men temporarily desire men. A strange drug that could turn a straight man into a gay sex maniac for a few hours until it wore off. It was a real phenomenon and had driven men crazy. It was created in the army to distract men at war so they would have sex with each other instead of thinking about war.
Andrew and his buddies had drunk it on an army camp in Brazil back in his 20s, and it had led to an all out man on man orgy that Andrew had never spoken about ever. A night where he experienced things he had never done before or since or wanted too. It was the herb it turned you into a man desperate for man sex. No one knows why. Andrew had remembered about the drug and how it made you feel and what it made you want to do, stuff like sniff other guys arses, spank each other, suck cock, Andrew remembered bumming several guys arses and getting porked himself and loving it on the drug, but he also remembered feeling great shame when he and his friends had sobered up. They had made a pact that what happen on camp stayed on camp and they all knew it was the herb as they were all straight and went back to their wives. The herb was that strong, they had fucked each other licked and sniffed. The herb made men rampant for men.
Andrew fumbled to get the packet of mushroom herbs his friend had found. It said mushroom tea on the packet, but wait he looked further and Gext, was written underneath the writing that said mushroom tea. It dawned on Andrew that they had all had a good dose of Gext. ‘oh my goodness’ Andrew could feel it as he spoke, an excited feeling in your balls and arse up into your chest. It was like being a vampire after blood, but you wanted cock and man arse, Andrew knew it wouldn’t be long before the drug took hold.
Andrew knew how it effected men, it also dawned on him he was with his son and grandson, and they could not have sex with each other, but when Gext kicked it, the desire is so strong it give you little choice but to want to hump your male neighbour. He knew he couldn’t fight the horny feeling the drug gives you and he was doubtful his son and grandson could. His initial thought was we could just have a circle jerk together nothing wrong in men sharing that, maybe it could bond them, as he thought it his cock began to get hard, it was already happening, he had to come clean to his son and grandson.
Right Greg and Rory,
We have just had a large dose of Gext, its miy fault it was an accident
The thing is we are now all on gext, and we have to be careful this is a strong drug it’s a strong herb, lethal to men.
What does it do Grandad? Said Rory
Well Rory, it makes you feel high like being drunk, the drug was used in the army to discrat the men from war, it gives a man intense arousal.
Greg said I have defiantly started to feel it
Andrew looked at his son’s crotch he saw his fat penis laying like a large snake to the side was hard in is shorts.
Listen Boys, don’t look so worried it’s a great feeling when it kicks in, it is a desire drug its going to make you want to do things that we all should not. It turns men to wanting other men
‘bloody hell dad’ said Greg
I know said Greg, look it’s a strong drug you cannot fight it, the best thing is for us all to take a walk in the woods alone separately and just be on our own for a while agreed?
Agreed! Greg and Rory agreed
‘go on then boys bugger off’
Andrew walked down a muddy path it was getting darker now, but he could still see a huge fallen stump in the mud besides the path, he made his way there, in front of the stump was a muddy clearing. Moonlight shone down brightly.
Andrew found a place to sit on a huge fallen log, the drug was making him wild horny and sweating he decided he was alone and was going to have to get naked, he stripped off his top, and squeezed his juicy fat grandad nipples his felt and horny feeling up his arse and bellend, he took off his shorts and flopped his cock and balls out, long low hanging grandad balls and a fat thick penis that was completely hard and up by his belly, he thought he had not been so hard and upright for years. He took of his boots and his socks and let his size 12 hairy beat feet squelch in the mud.
He sat down on the log, the herb was in full effect he felt high as fuck and horny and filthy and dirty, he started to finger his arse fuck he was wishing his sons cock was pounding his hole wait, he was straight, he had to snap out of it! and he didn’t want his sons cock pounding his fat grandad arse, but the thing was he did. He thought of his son’s fat hairy arse and his cock bounced.
He started thinking about Gregs big fat hairy arse and wishing he could sniff it, it was a wrong thought which made it even hornier, he was wanking his bellend as fingering his hairy hole as he thought about it. He was so high now kind of like drunk blurred vision, was he, he thought? He didn’t care he was just horny for arse, man arse!
He could see a figure approaching from the side, nothing was said, he continued to finger his hole and wank his grandad bellend, a naked man appeared at his feet, Andrew could see a muscle big back tanned and a tan lines in a speedo shape, a bare white bum with tan lines was on show, Andrew studied it black curly hair coming out between this man’s cheeks.
Andrew was high like he was drunk; this was a dream of a naked man squatting bare on the mud floor. Fuck Andrew thought a big beefy adonis, this man is perfect!
Andrew wanted this man’s fat bum cheeks spread over his face. He wanted to sniff man arse he knew it, the man then squatted near Andrews feet, Andrew had big size 12 hairy feet huge big toe, the man squatted on Andrews foot, who was this naked forest Adonis, Andrew felt so high it was like adream, the man took Andrews toe and put it up his arse cheeks, into his dark hairy hole, this was so horny to Andrew, he wiggled his toe up the arse of the guy, it slid up the hole was wet with forest sweat, it felt warm up his arse, he heard the man yelp out, he toe felt the mans hole it was tight and hairy, felt juicy, it was right up now.
Andrew wriggled it, the man shoulders where huge he turned around this was a dream.
Andrew recognised the man, he was now on all fours in front of the foot and toe that had just been up his arse, it was Greg his son, Andrew shouted lick it boy, he didn’t know what had come over him, he looked down at his toe that had been up Gregs arse, Greg looked at the toe then at Andrew and put his bearded gob around the man toe that had been up his hole.
Greg sucked down on his father toe the one that had just been up his own arse, it tasted of man sweat and horny filthiness, Greg was totally naked, Andrew could see in the darkness a hard red ended cock coming out of his son’s dark hairy crotch.
Greg was as high as his father and dirty horny, when the drug had kicked in, he had started feeling uncontrollable horny, he started thinking about his dad’s fat muscle arse and about sniffing his man stink and getting it on his beard, rimming it. Hed stripped of completely bear with his cock at full mast to find his dad, he knew it was wrong and that made it hornier he wanted dad arse on his gob. Hed seen a naked muscle guy with short grey hair and beard in the clearing his cock was hard standing on end he had gone through the trees the moonlight lit up the mud clearing in front of where he dad was sat.
Rory had stripped down to his underpants, small white cotton tangs briefs, pissed stained. The heat of the herb, his cock had just got hard and stayed hard, he wanted to find his father and grandad, but he was high it felt like being drunk as well, his vision was a bit wonky, but it felt really fun like being drunk, he stumbled through the woods, he couldn’t stop thinking about ass and cock, but he was a straight bloke, what was happening to him why was he so hard. He stumbled into the woods.
Through the trees it was dark but there was some light he could just about make out, he saw a big muscle guy completely naked on all fours, fuck and another man naked sat on a tree trunk, the man on the tree trunk was tanned with short grey hair and a grey beard had what looked like big juicy pig nipples, Rory wanted to suckle the man to feed, let me suck your nipples he said to the man. Get over here then pig, Andrew said.
Rory had never wanted to suck a man’s nipples before, thoughts ran through his head, he looked in front of him as he stumbled through the woods, this naked man was sat on the tree stump, a fat cock 11 inches stood right up, black and grey thick bush and he noticed he had really low hanging big balls.
Greg hand noticed fat pillowlike pecs, with big circle pink nipples sticking right out, black hair around the pink nipples, he didn’t know why he just knew he wanted to suckle from them, his gob went straight for them, he was now close to the mans armpit, the sweat and stink smell filled his nostrils, his cock was hard up in his pants pressing against the wet pouch. He sucked on the mans nipple felt the course hair in his gob, the man went into what seemed ecstasy.
Good lad Andrew said, suckle, it felt so dirty and horny for Rory he kept suckling the fat juicy man nipples.
Andrew was wanking his cock while his grandson sucked on his pointy nipples, it felt horny right up his arse.
Right lad get off me now, look
Andrew pointed to Rory at Gregs big bare bottom, Greg was on all fours in the dry mud, he fat cheeks open just a forest of black hair between them.
‘You ever licked an arse lad’, Adrew said
‘No Sir’ said Rory
‘Got on all fours behind this arse and get your face in there.’
Rory went on all fours behind the big fat arse he was about to sniff.
Rory fell to his knees, it was so horny this couldn’t be happening the mans spread cheeks was so dirty so horny, big bare arse, Rory planted his face right in, sniffing and licking at the arse furiously, man musk all over his nose and face, fuck it was the hornist thing he felt he had ever sniff and felt the fat cheeks either side of his face. The man whose arse was getting rimmed shrieked with agonising pleasure and Rory understood.
Rory was in a dream, an orgy dreams of blokes, this was exactly what he wanted at that moment he didn’t know why he just wanted it madly, he sniffed the arse hard, he sat up and slapped the fat hairy arse cheeks.
The older muscle pig shouted, I need to sniff that arse Andrew stood up and took Rory’s place bent behind Greg. ‘I need it now." Greg didn't hesitate. He bent over, gripping his knees and pulling his cheeks wide open, exposing the puckered, pink centre of his heat. Andrew dived in, burying his face in the hairy, fat crease of his son's backside. He let out a guttural moan and began to lick, his tongue sliding deep into the rim with a wet, licking sound. "Fuck!" Greg screamed, his eyes dilating. Rory watched that his breath coming in gasps. He saw the old guy’s fat white, round, muscular arse shaking as he worked his tongue into the other man’s arse. The sight triggered something primal in the rugby player. He wanted that. He wanted the smell of age and authority. Rory lunged forward, burying his nose between Andrew's glutes. He inhaled sharply. It smelled of old cigars, acrid man-sweat, and the faint, sharp tang of piss. It was the most intoxicating scent he had ever encountered. "You like that, boy?" Andrew gasped, his face still pressed into Greg's backside. "I love it!" Rory howled, his tongue lashing out to lick up the sweat-slicked skin of Andrew's cheeks like a dog. The clearing was no longer a campsite; it was a den. The sounds of squelching tongues and slapping skin echoed through the trees. They were lost in a drug-induced heaven, three generations of macho men reduced to whimpering animals, eating each other's arses under the indifferent gaze of the stars.
Andrew stood up and turned to Rory Andrew put his finger up his wet arse, wet from Rory licking it, he said to Rory how did your grandads arse taste? Rory knew he was in an orgy with older men, it sort of dawned on him, grandads arse, and sort of understood he was looking at his dad’s big rugby muscle arse, and knew it felt dirty, it felt horny, somewhere he knew it was probably wrong but he just wanted to fuck his grandads arse hard.
Stand up pig! Andrew ordered Greg over his lap, get over boy get over big man, bare bottom across my lap, your going to get a smacked bottom.
Andrew’s eyes were dark, his voice a low, commanding rumble that brooked no argument. He shifted his weight on the log, his thick thighs spreading. "Get over here, boy," Andrew barked, gesturing to Greg. "Get over here, big man! Over my lap, now!" Greg didn't hesitate. The drug was singing in his veins, stripping away every shred of modesty and replacing it with a desperate, primal need to obey. He crawled across the dirt, his heavy muscles rippling under the firelight, and draped himself face-down across Andrew’s lap. His massive, hairy arse was thrust high into the air, a pale, muscular target. "That's it," Andrew grunted, his hand gripping the back of Greg's neck. "Good boy." Rory moved in, sliding onto the log beside his grandfather. His breath was coming in ragged hitches, his ten-inch cock twitching with every heartbeat. Andrew reached out, his large, calloused hand wrapping around Rory’s shaft. He began to wank his grandson with a slow, rhythmic intensity, his grip firm and demanding. "Look at him, Rory," Andrew commanded, nodding toward Greg’s exposed backside.
"Look at your father's arse. It's practically begging for it." Rory stared, his eyes glazed. "It's so big... so fat." "Then do something about it," Andrew growled. "Spank your dad's ass. Hard! Spank it, Rory! Hard and fast!" Rory swung his hand. *SLAP!* The sound cracked through the quiet of the woods like a gunshot. Greg let out a loud, guttural moan, his body arching. The impact sent a visible shudder through his glutes, the muscle wobbling violently under the force of the blow. *SLAP!* "Mmmgh! Fuck!" Greg gasped, his face pressed into Andrew's thigh. "Yes... more!" *SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!* Rory became a machine, his palm raining down on the hairy cheeks. The skin turned a deep, flushed red, the flesh bouncing and vibrating with every strike. Greg was shaking, his own cock leaking pre-cum onto hi dads’ leg, his mind completely consumed by the sensation of being dominated by his own blood.
"He loves it," Andrew chuckled, his hand speeding up on Rory's cock. "He's a filthy pig, just like us." "I can feel it!" Rory panted, his voice cracking. "I can feel him shaking!" "Enough of the noise," Andrew ordered, his voice shifting back to that cold, army-drill sergeant tone. He stopped wanking Rory and instead reached down, digging his fingers into the sides of Greg's buttocks. With a powerful tug, he pulled the big white cheeks wide open, exposing the tight, pulsing ring of Greg's hairy arse. "Now, Rory," Andrew whispered, his eyes gleaming. "Eat your dad's spanked ass. Get in there." Rory didn't need to be told twice. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against Andrew's shoulder, and dove headfirst into the heat. He buried his face in the scent of sweat and musk, his tongue lashing out to rim the flushed, sensitive rim of Greg's backside. *Squelch. Slurp.* "Oh god!" Greg screamed, his fingers clawing at his dads leg. "Fuck! Rory! Yes!" Andrew watched with a look of intense satisfaction, his hands still holding Greg open, ensuring his grandson had total access. He leaned back, breathing in the scent of the orgy, the sound of wet tongues and heavy breathing filling the clearing. "That's it, boy," Andrew moaned, his voice thick with lust. "Clean him out. Take every bit of it."
The tea had completely taken over. All three men were operating on pure, animal instinct, their minds wiped clean of everything except the desperate, throbbing need for each other. Three circumcised, angry cocks stood rigid, pulsing in the flickering orange light of the moonlight. Greg hauled himself up from Andrew’s lap, his massive rugby-built frame towering over the older man. His chest was heaving, sweat slicking his skin, making his muscles gleam. He looked at Andrew, his eyes blown wide and dark. "Over that tree stump," Greg commanded, his voice a low, demanding growl.
Andrew didn't argue. The drug had flipped a switch in his brain; the drill sergeant was now the recruit. He scrambled toward the weathered grey stump at the edge of the clearing. He bent over it, gripping the rough wood with his calloused hands. His tanned, muscular back arched, and his bare, heavy white rump was thrust upward, a wide, inviting target of muscle and grit with a hairy hole.
Greg stepped up behind him. *Ptoo!* He spat a thick glob of saliva directly onto his palm and reached down. He smeared the spit over Andrew’s puckered rim, rubbing it in with a firm, circular motion that made Andrew shiver and moan. "Mmmgh... yes, Greg... do it," Andrew whimpered. Greg turned to Rory, who was shaking with anticipation, his ten-inch shaft twitching violently. *Ptoo!* Greg spat again, this time coating his hand and gripping Rory’s bellend.
He rubbed the lubrication up and down the length of the cock, making it glisten. "Fuck your grandad, Rory," Greg ordered, his voice thick with lust. "Take him. Now!" Rory was beyond control. He dropped to his knees behind Andrew, his breath coming in jagged gasps. Andrew, desperate and driven mad by the herb, reached back and gripped his own cheeks, pulling them wide apart to expose the entrance. He was practically begging for it. Rory didn't waste a second. He lined himself up and pushed forward with a powerful, singular thrust. "YELP!" Andrew screamed, his head snapping back as the massive cock breached him. The shock lasted only a second before the pleasure hit.
Rory gripped Andrew’s hips, his fingers digging into the tanned skin, and began to hammer into him. He was bumming him hard and fast, his rugby-player stamina turning the act into a rhythmic assault. *Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.* The sound of Rory’s pelvic bone slamming against Andrew’s muscular arse echoed through the trees. Andrew was sobbing with pleasure, his voice a series of guttural moans. "OH GOD! YES! HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!" Andrew howled, a teenage boy cock and arse pounding the old man sergeant’s hole.
Greg stepped back, sliding down to sit on a log. He wrapped his hand around his own cock, wanking himself with fast, aggressive strokes. He didn't look away for a second, his gaze locked onto the sight of his son driving into his father. He watched the way Andrew’s fat, muscular arse bounced and wobbled with every devastating thrust, the skin slapping loudly in the quiet of the woods. "Look at that arse go," Greg groaned, his pace quickening. "Fuck, you're really taking it, Dad!" "Ugh! Ah! Fuck!" Andrew cried out, his body shaking under the onslaught. Rory was a blur of motion, his muscles straining, his face twisted in a mask of pure, drug-fuelled ecstasy. He was no longer a grandson; he was a predator, and Andrew was his prey, both lost in the filthy, forbidden heat of the forest.
The clearing was a blur of friction and heat. Andrew and Rory were locked in a rhythmic, desperate struggle, their bodies slick with perspiration that flew off them in small droplets with every jarring impact. The sound was primal—the wet *slap-slap-slap* of skin on skin, the heavy, synchronized panting of two men pushed to their absolute limit. Suddenly, Andrew bolted up. He ripped himself out of Rory’s grip with a wet *pop*, the sudden movement sending Rory stumbling backward. Greg, who had been leaning in close, lost his balance and fell back into the dirt with a heavy thud, his legs splayed and his cock pulsing. Andrew didn't give them a moment to recover.
He stepped over Rory, his chest heaving, his face flushed a deep, drug-induced crimson. He looked down at his grandson, his eyes wild and commanding. "Suck me, Rory!" Andrew roared, his voice a guttural command. He grabbed Rory by the hair, pulling his head forward. "Suck me now! Like my ball sack, then my bellend! Get in there!"
Rory, completely broken by the drug and the intensity of the moment, didn't hesitate. He sank to his knees, his mouth hanging open. Andrew shoved his thick, red-hot bellend forward, the head of his cock glistening and engorged. "Mmmgh!" Rory groaned as he took the head into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the rim. He moved down, burying his face in Andrew’s heavy, low-hanging ball sack, licking and sucking the scrotum with a fervent, animal hunger. "That's it, boy! Suck those balls!" Andrew gasped, his hips twitching. "Now the cock! Take it all!" Rory slid back up, engulfing the length of Andrew's shaft, his throat working hard to accommodate the size.
He made loud, wet slurping sounds, his eyes rolling back in his head as he focused on the taste of man-sweat and musk. Greg, watching from the dirt, felt his own need reach a breaking point. He couldn't stand to be left out of the heat. He crawled forward on his hands and knees, his massive rugby frame shaking. As Rory worked on Andrew, Greg positioned himself, his own thick, throbbing cock hovering just inches from Rory’s face.
Without a word, Greg pushed forward. Rory’s eyes widened as he felt a second, massive presence pressing against his lips. He opened his mouth wider, stretching his jaw to the limit, and Greg’s cock found its way in right alongside Andrew's. "Gulp!" Rory choked, his cheeks bulging. He was now sucking both cocks simultaneously, his mouth packed full of hot, pulsing meat. He worked his tongue frantically between the two shafts, licking them both, his breath coming in muffled, nasal wheezes. "Fuck, look at him," Greg moaned, his voice a strained whisper as he felt the warmth of Rory's mouth.
"He's taking both of us. The little slut is taking both of us!" "Suck it, Rory! Suck your elders!" Andrew commanded, gripping Rory's head tighter and thrusting his hips forward, forcing himself deeper. The scene was one of total, filthy surrender. Three generations of men, stripped of their pride and their clothes, bound together by a drug that turned their blood to fire, huddled together in the dirt of the woods in a desperate, wet tangle of flesh.
The air in the clearing was thick with the smell of sex and ozone, Greg pulled back from Rory’s mouth, a string of saliva connecting his cock to his son’s lip. He was shaking, his muscles twitching with a need that had moved beyond simple lust into a desperate, agonizing hunger. "I need cock!" Greg roared, the sound more of a howl than a sentence. "I need it now! Put it in me!" The command acted like a trigger.
Andrew and Rory, their eyes clouded with the drug's influence, converged on him. They grabbed Greg by his massive arms and forced him down onto the damp earth. Greg didn't fight them; he arched his back, his chest heaving, his eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he felt the weight of the two men pinning him down. "You want it, big man?" Andrew growled, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. Andrew grabbed Greg’s right leg, hoisting it high over his chest, folding Greg’s muscular frame in half. The movement fully exposed Greg’s heavy, hairy arse, the rim already pulsing and wet from the earlier rimming. But as Andrew moved in, Greg’s primal instinct flared. He lunged upward, twisting his hips with a sudden, violent strength. He grabbed Andrew’s waist, pulling the older man’s muscular rump toward him. With one powerful, guttural grunt, Greg drove his own thick, circumcised cock deep into Andrew’s arse. "AHHH!" Andrew shrieked, his hands slamming into the dirt. Greg hammered into his father for a few frantic seconds, the sound of *slap-slap-slap* echoing through the trees. He was claiming the dominance back, his rugby-player strength driving him deep into the ex-soldier. But the drug was erratic, shifting the power dynamic in a heartbeat.
Greg let out a loud, shuddering moan and pulled himself out with a wet *shlop*. "Now!" Greg screamed, his voice breaking. "Now, give it to me!" He collapsed back into the dirt, his legs splayed wide, his hole gaping and begging. Andrew didn't hesitate. He lunged forward, his red, engorged bell end leading the way. He slammed into Greg with everything he had, the force of the impact knocking the wind out of Greg’s lungs. "OH GOD! YES!"
Greg bellowed, his fingers clawing into the soil. As Andrew began to pump into him, Rory was watching, his own ten-inch shaft throbbing with a rhythmic, angry beat. He couldn't stand the sight of his father and grandfather locked together without him.
He crawled forward, his breath coming in jagged gasps, positioning himself right beside Andrew. "Move over, Grandad," Rory panted. Andrew shifted slightly, creating just enough room. With a synchronized, primal heave, both Andrew and Rory pushed forward at the same time. *Squelch.* Greg’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he felt two massive, hard cocks breach him simultaneously. The pressure was immense, stretching him to his absolute limit, filling every inch of his interior with searing, pulsing heat. "FUCK! BOTH OF YOU! BOTH OF YOU AT ONCE!" Greg screamed, his voice echoing through the dark woods. The two men began to move in a chaotic, staggering rhythm. Andrew and Rory hammered into Greg from both sides, their bodies colliding, their sweat mingling. Greg was the centre of a storm of flesh, his heavy arse bouncing and vibrating under the combined assault of his son and his father. *Thwack. Squelch. Thwack.* The sounds were animalistic—the grunts of exertion, the wet friction of the double penetration, and the high, keening moans of a man being completely undone by the two men who’s cocks where now working side by side. They were no longer a family; they were a single, writhing organism of lust, lost in the filthy, drug-fuelled madness of the wild.
The peak was an explosion of sensory overload. Greg was screaming, his voice raw, as Andrew and Rory hammered into him with a synchronized, savage intensity. The air was thick with the smell of musk, salt, and the heavy, metallic tang of the drug. For one final, agonizing second, the world was nothing but the sound of slapping skin and the feeling of being filled. Then, as quickly as the fire had ignited, it vanished. The chemical surge of the gext drug reached its breaking point and crashed. The electric current that had driven them like animals suddenly snapped. Andrew was the first to feel it. The world tilted violently.
The strength in his arms evaporated, and the intense, throbbing need in his cock turned into a heavy, numb weight. He gasped, his eyes glazing over as a wave of profound dizziness swept through his brain. "I... I can't..." Andrew murmured, his voice barely a whisper.
Beside him, Rory’s movements slowed. He felt a sudden, crushing exhaustion, as if every muscle in his body had been turned to lead. His grip on Greg’s hips loosened, and he swayed on his feet, the trees around them spinning in a dizzying whirl. Greg, still pinned beneath them, felt the sudden void.
The pleasure vanished, replaced by a crushing lethargy that pulled at his eyelids. He tried to speak, but his tongue felt too large for his mouth. As the drug exited their systems, it triggered one final, violent neurological response. The stored tension of the last hour exploded in a singular, simultaneous release. *Squelch. Splurt.* As the three men collapsed, their bodies gave way to a massive, involuntary orgasm. Thick, hot ropes of white cum shot out from all three of their circumcised cocks, arching through the air in the dim light. The seed splattered across their muscular bellies, coating their hairy chests and mixing with the sweat and dirt on the forest floor. *Thud. Thud. Thud.* They fell. Andrew collapsed backward, his heavy limbs splaying out. Rory fell sideways, his head landing softly on a bed of pine needles. Greg simply sank into the earth, his legs still wide, his chest heaving one last time before the darkness claimed him.
Silence returned to the clearing. The only sound was the soft hiss of the dying embers and the distant, rhythmic chirping of crickets. There they lay: three generations of men, naked and vulnerable, stripped of their macho veneers. Their bare butts were exposed to the cool night air, and their bellies were slick with the drying, pearlescent residue of their shared frenzy. They looked like fallen statues, their muscular frames entwined in the dirt, locked in a deep, drug-induced slumber. For a full hour, the woods held them in a heavy stillness. They slept the sleep of the dead, their minds drifting in a void. The Gext herb was a cruel master; as it cleansed the blood, it washed away the memories of the madness. The hunger, the filth, the screams, and the forbidden touch were being erased, dissolved by the chemical aftermath. When they eventually stirred, their muscles would be sore, and their skin would be sticky. They would look at each other, naked and confused in the dirt, and feel a strange, inexplicable bond—a lingering warmth in their veins—but the memory of the night's animalistic orgy would be gone, leaving behind only a lingering scent of musk and a profound, unexplained exhaustion.
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