The crisp country air does little to cool his ardor as he continues his lonely trek. His hand, now slick with pre-cum, glides effortlessly along his engorged shaft. The rustling leaves and distant babbling brook provide a symphony to his solo performance. His pace quickens, his grip tightens, and with a final, guttural moan, he releases his pent-up load onto the mossy ground, leaving a glistening trail in his wake.