Botany

The stocky, bald man with the muscular build grips his cock hard, his knuckles white as he leans against the birch tree’s rough bark while the others mirror him, all seven, clean-shaven and short-haired, their hands working fast. One holds a small camera, its lens pointed down, while the pine trees stand silent in the background. They strip naked in seconds, the woods swallowing their last clothes, and the only sound is the wet slap of skin against skin.