Bundled up in his sleek nylon parka, a lone man wanders into a secluded park. The crinkle of his parka against his skin and the rustle of leaves underfoot are the only sounds in the crisp, cold air. He stops at a discreet spot, unzips his parka, and begins to stroke his hard cock, the cold air contrasting with his hot, throbbing flesh. The sound of his zipper echoes as he pulls it down, letting his cock spring free. He moans softly, the pleasure building as he continues to stroke, his breath coming in visible puffs. Suddenly, he lets go, his hot piss streaming onto the frozen ground, the sound of it sizzling slightly. He continues to stroke, his body shuddering with pleasure as he finishes, his cock glistening in the cold light.