A gust of wind ruffles his hair as he sits on the balcony, the cool air nipping at his skin through his thin pajamas. His hand wanders beneath the fabric, finding his rigid cock. He begins to stroke, the sensation of the cool breeze and the soft cotton against his heated flesh sending shivers down his spine. His movements become more urgent, the pleasure building with each passing moment. His body tenses as he reaches the brink, his release leaving him gasping and spent, the scent of his arousal mingling with the fresh night air.