Surrounded by the lush greenery and the symphony of nature, a gay man loses himself in his fantasies. He strips down to his birthday suit, feeling the earth beneath his feet, the sun on his skin. His cock stands at attention, yearning for touch. He takes it in his hand, pumping slowly, his mind racing with vivid images. He thinks of the rugged, bearded man he passed on the hiking trail, the way his muscles flexed as he swung his axe. His strokes become more urgent, his breathing ragged. He imagines the man's hands on him, his mouth, his cock. With a final, shuddering groan, he comes, painting the forest floor with his desire.