In a moment of private indulgence, a young man, alone in his garden, feels the urge to let go. He's wearing his favorite pair of shorts, but the warmth of the sun and the thrill of the forbidden prove too much to resist. He unzips, and a steady stream of golden nectar flows, soaking his shorts and leaving a dark, damp patch. He squirms, feeling the cool liquid against his skin, a naughty grin spreading across his face.