The crisp air nips at their bare skin as the Latin lads huddle together, their erections tenting their towels. One starts to stroke, the other follows suit, their hands gliding up and down their lengthening cocks. The cold only amplifies their sensitivity, each touch sending jolts of pleasure. They lean in, their breath fogging up the room, their punting growing faster, more urgent. With a final, guttural groan, they release, their cum splattering onto the cold floor, a stark contrast to the heat of their desire.