Paddy O’Brian takes up residence in one of the room-sized tents on the North side of The Woods. The sleeves are torn out of his red plaid shirt, which is the only thing he’s wearing.Paddy reclines on a pillow, legs spread, playing with himself. His cylinder of flesh is as thick as his wrist, and it serves as a beacon. Fellow camper Marcus Ruhl invites himself in,reclines alongside Paddy and helps himself to a mouthful of cock. Paddy watches intently as Marcus feeds, flexing his hips to set a pace that makes his balls boil. Marcus gurgles and slurps contentedly. These studs are working each other so hard they build up a sweat.
When Marcus stands to shuck his shorts, his muscled arms, quarter-sized nipples and heavy uncut cock loom into view. Paddy nods approval and Marcus lowers his meaty buttocks onto the waiting beer can that is Paddy’s cock. Paddy grabs both buns and Marcus groans out in pleasure and pain as he accommodates the entry. Paddy gives Marcus a moment, then pounds him in every which way. Paddy’s enormous cock tests Marcus’s endurance to its limits until there’s no alternative but to spray the tent with their spooge.
