Sometimes the Hole in the Tent is Just a Metaphor.
Some Scouts are self-reliant. Some Scouts know that other people will come to their aid if they just call them. Some Scouts have a hidden agenda. A Scoutmaster learns this the hard way when he tries to help a Scout by “Fixing His Tent.” The lad has been learning nasty things from the other Boys at Camp and he’s eager to share them with his role model.
Before he can do that, Grey Gold sits at the entrance of his tent, pulls his dick out through the leg of his shorts, and starts giving it a hand shine. Bored with that, he unzips his shorts and pulls his cock through them, which works better but not for long because Scoutmaster Colton McKeon is calling for him. It seems that our good Scout has asked for assistance with his tent. It’s only the first in a double entendre-heavy scene that even gets an unscripted smile out of Grey. But first, he has to tuck himself back into his shorts and deal with the Scoutmaster.
According to Grey, his tent has a leak in it. He knows this because he woke up and the floor of the tent was wet. He can’t find the hole, though. (Cue laughter.) “So, it just came in your bottom,” Colton queries. (Cue laughter.) The Scoutmaster gets on his knees to search inside the small tent in hopes of finding the infamous hole that has let in so much unauthorized liquid. While he’s kneeling with his ass out, Grey picks up an arrow and begins whipping it around, grooving on the swishing sound it makes as it breaks through the air.
As he further inspects the tent, Colton proposes that the hole he has been able to locate might have been made from a blackberry bush or, possibly, an arrow. At that posed possibility, Grey tosses his arrow guiltily away and patiently endures a chiding for not having been a more self-reliant and better prepared Scout. Frankly, I’m not sure that Grey pays any attention to what Scoutmaster Colton says, because he’s busy slipping off his shorts, thus showing us he wasn’t wearing underwear.
“What are you doing,” the Scoutmaster asks once he has a visual of the situation, which now features a nude Grey. “What happened to your uniform?” The story Grey serves up has something to do with it being wet and, being the disorganized Scout that he is, he hadn’t packed any spares. At this point, Colton is starting to pick up what his young charge is laying down. He suggests that the uniform be placed in the sun to dry and then he asks the boy what he’s doing with his dick in his hand.
“You naughty, naughty boy,” the Scoutmaster chastises before kneeling to suck the Scout’s cock. I don’t think that Grey feels any regret for his deception, especially considering what a good cock sucker Colton proves to be. He gags some, giving slurpy deepthroat as Grey thrusts against his mouth, having the time of his life. “Do you like that, Scoutmaster,” he asks in delight. Not all responses are verbal and this one relies heavily upon turning Grey to face the tree he’s been leaning against. Thus posed with his ass in Colton’s face, it can more easily be eaten, which the man does with relish, but not the condiment. He thoroughly enjoys the meal he has been provided.
Part of the joy of watching other people fuck is the voyeuristic thrill of seeing someone have a spontaneous reaction. Something beyond the mere movement of parts in and out of one another or the well-timed moans of a very professional model. “Fixing His Tent” provides us with such moments. These two are totally into what they’re doing and that erotic enthusiasm is contagious in all the best ways.
“I know why you called me here,” Scoutmaster Colton assures, a little late to the game in my opinion, but he finally got there and that’s what matters. He pulls his own dick out for sucking and soon offers a critique of the boy’s technique. “You learned a lot this week,” he tells Grey approvingly. He’s been practicing with his peers, the Scout confesses. This acts like Viagra for Colton because his clothes are soon off, his dick is in the boy’s mouth, and he’s praising him for being “such a good Scout.”
As we know, good Scouts deserve rewards, so the Scoutmaster has him stand up and luxuriate in another, extended, period of having his ass eaten. If there is a seventh heaven, Grey is there. “Oh, yeah! Scoutmaster! Yes, Scoutmaster,” he cries out in ecstasy. Then it’s put up or shut up time, with Colton working his cock into the boy’s mouth lubricated asshole. Both parties are patient, so what initial discomfort exists is soon smoothed out and Grey is assuring his Scoutmaster, “Yeah. Feels good.” It must feel very good because it’s not long before he’s encouraging Colton to keep going.
This is an easy thing to ask for because the Scoutmaster doesn’t plan to stop until they’ve both had their full fun. He covers the boy’s mouth, grabs onto his shoulders, and fucks him until he’s incredibly loud. They relocate to a nearby camp chair for some reverse with Grey taking control while Colton just tries not to fall over. Instead, he compliments the boy, runs fingernails down his back, and directs him to get onto a tarp on the ground. You know things are getting serious now.
Once on his knees with his eager hole basically waving a welcome home sign, Grey is in the perfect position to give us an excellent view of the working bits. Moving from doggy to missionary can mean only one thing and that thing happens shortly after they move from doggy to missionary. “I’m gonna cum, Scoutmaster,” Grey announces moments before white cum lands in a little pool on his abdomen.
Scoutmaster Colton is getting off big time on the visuals as well as the physical sensations of fucking his Scout. “So hot,” he pants, “Now you’re going to make me cum.” With that, he pulls out of the boy’s happy asshole and spurts his load onto the contented Scout. “Nice,” the boy says simply.
Suddenly insecure about his place among all the Boys at Camp, Grey asks, “Am I a good Scout?” He need not worry. Not only is he a good Scout, he’s a “great Scout.” And any time his tent springs a leak? He knows who to call.
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