It was the middle of the afternoon and Jacob was pissed. The unrelenting sun beat down on his head and the moisture laden air made every breath a displeasing chore. His muscled torso was covered with beads of sweat that glistened on his dark skin and the hair on his chest and belly lay plastered against him. It was a typical summer day in the small town of Rayfills and Jacob was pissed. But it wasn’t the heat that was pissing him off; nor was it the humidity. It was the fact that his young, easily excitable cock was hard as steel, straining against the insides of his briefs. The tent in his pants was noticeable, but he didn’t care. There was no one around to see him, anyway; especially not his girlfriend who put him in this state and then took off. Jacob hated a lot of things in the world- cheap beer, bad westerns, skinny bimbos- but he didn’t hate anything more than not having a well satisfied prick. He lounged against the steps of the front porch of his grandparent’s little cottage. The power was out and it was unbearable inside. At least out here the breeze coming in from the ocean helped cool him, somewhat, though it did nothing to lessen the discomfort in his pants. He sighed as the anger eventually faded out of him, even as the discomfort remained. Jacob could never be angry for too long with anyone but he was young and almost always horny. He wondered if he should just shuck his pants and go skinny-dipping; no one ever came to Rayfills and the beach near his grandparent’s place was almost always deserted. A gust of wind stirred up the dust on the parched ground and a light layer of grit settled on Jacob’s skin. That decided him. He ran towards the open stretch of sand and quickly slipped out of his jeans and briefs. Splashing his way towards sea he plunged into the waves.