Funnyboy Ger, in a moment of solitude, finds himself by a babbling mountain stream. The cool water against his skin stirs something primal within him. He unzips, feeling the crisp air on his big, uncut cock, and begins to piss, the stream mixing with the natural one. As he finishes, he can't help but feel a growing urge. He glances around, the risk of getting caught only heightening his excitement. He starts to stroke, his thick, veiny shaft growing harder in his hand. The sun beats down, his breath quickens, and he brings himself to a satisfying, solo release.