One last item to coat check and I was ready to join the dance floor. I threw my jeans in the bag, tied it up, and did one last reposition of my package. I clocked myself in the mirror and felt relieved. Everything was sitting just as I hoped it would. 

The briefs cut in underneath perfectly, lifting my sack up and my pressing against the outline of my cock. The tightness of the shorts helped with a pulsing semi. I almost forgot about the exposed back until I was reminded with a cupped, warm hand and a delicately placed finger finding its way.