A solo gay man, his body adorned with a thick, dark pelt, stands in an open field, surrounded by tall, swaying grass. He's not alone, though; other men, blond, brown, and black-haired, join him, their bodies tensed with anticipation. They're all here for one purpose: to let go, to release. One by one, they start to piss, their streams arcing out, soaking the earth beneath them. The blond man's stream is steady, the brown-haired man's powerful, and the black-haired man's aim is true, his stream hitting a nearby rock with a satisfying splat. The sound of their piss hitting the ground is music to their ears, the scent of urine a heady perfume in the open air.