Henry shifted his weight. He was wearing nothing but a pair of flimsy boxers that he had repurposed as a swimsuit. They were too small, the fabric strained and translucent under the glare of the sun. As he stood fully upright, the tension in his groin manifested as a violent, pulsing ridge. His erection was absolute, a heavy column of heat that pushed the thin fabric outward, creating a stark, undeniable tent.

The cock was too large for the garment. The head, engorged and weeping a bead of clear pre-cum, pushed past the bottom hem of the boxers, peeking out into the open air.