The crunch of gravel under bare feet signals the start of the clandestine meeting. The boys, a mix of hairy and trimmed, shed their clothes, their cocks already stiff with anticipation. They take their places around the track, some leaning against their bikes, others sprawled in the muck. They stroke themselves, their hands gliding over their dicks, their grunts and moans filling the air. The first boy pisses, the stream catching the sunlight, and soon, they're all joining in, pissing, pissing, pissing, their bodies coated in the warm, golden liquid, their cocks throbbing with lust.