The sun beats down on the concrete as a line of short-haired, brown-haired men wait their turn at the public urinal. Cocks hang heavy and uncut, a symphony of sizes and shapes on full display. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and piss as they stroke and tease each other, their groans echoing off the cold walls. One by one, they explode, their hot, sticky loads splattering the floor, only to be washed away by the next man's stream.