Phillip Ashton, the lone camper at the deserted Camp Cumshot, can't resist the urge any longer. He retreats to his tent, zipping it closed for privacy. His jeans hit the floor, followed by his boxers, revealing his already hardening cock. He spits into his palm and begins to stroke, his hand gliding smoothly over his length. His other hand kneads his balls, rolling them gently. He leans back, his breath coming in ragged gasps, as he chases his release. His body tenses, and with a final thrust of his hips, he comes, painting his tent's inner wall with his hot, sticky load.