The rustling of leaves and the glimpse of bushy hair through the fundoshi are the only hints of the impending debauchery. The Japanese men, their bodies glistening with sweat, approach each other, their breath ragged with desire. They grab each other's fundoshi, pulling them off in a flurry of white cloth, revealing hard, throbbing cocks. They waste no time, engulfing each other's manhoods, their mouths filled with the taste of pre-cum and the scent of musk.