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It was a hot and sunny day, not a cloud in sight. It was going to be a routine dive with my friend Jay, but he woke up sick this morning and unfortunately couldn't come with me today. Of course, I've heard it a million times before, "Never dive alone! Always have someone near to help you out!" but come on now. This was going be a short, shallow water dive. And on top of that, I'm a professional! I have hundreds if not thousands of dives behind my back. If anyone's prepared to deal with an emergency alone, it's me- not like anything like that would happen to me of course.

So I've reached the spot. The water was so clear I could easily see the bottom, just like I planned. There's supposed to be a wreck not far from here, the whole dive shouldn't take more than 20 minutes, I thought, then started putting on my gear. There was always something about scuba gear that excited me. Maybe it was the tight, reflective latex wetsuit I wore to every dive, I always got so sweaty in it, and when that happened, I always felt the intoxicating smell of rubber and skunky musk mixed in the air. I put on my flippers, they fit so perfectly on my feet, I had them designed specifically for me. Of course these weren't immune to sweating either, and after every dive (when no one was looking of course) I put them right up to my nose and took a big whiff.

Then came the heavy part, the tank that I strapped onto my back. I grabbed the regulator, put it into my mouth and took a deep breath from the tank just to test if everything was working properly. It was something about relying on such a fragile source of air deep under the water... That's probably what made scuba diving so exciting to me. Not that I wanted to die of course... But I always had fantasies of running out of air while I was beneath. I looked at my air gauge and assured myself that was not gonna happen- my tank was completely full. Then I put the last piece of my gear on, my mask. It was probably one of my favorite pieces of the gear, it granted me some sort of anonymity, maybe if someone looked at me with my mask on they wouldn't be able to tell how aroused I was when I went under... And it also enclosed my face in latex, which was one of my favorite feelings ever.

So I was ready to go under. I counted down from three- which I realized was pretty useless since no one else was diving with me- and I rolled back first into the cool, refreshing water. After getting used to the temperature, I started swimming towards the wreck I already spotted in the distance. But as I was steadily pedalling towards my destination, my thoughts started taking over. My friend's voice started echoing in my head, when he asked me today not to go diving alone. After all, you never know what's gonna happen... Nevermind. I'll be alright and the sooner I stop thinking about this, the better.

After a few minutes I've reached the wreck. It was a bit disappointing, an old fishing boat with a big hole in its side. I looked at it for a bit, then checked my watch. I've only been under for 7 minutes! I couldn't go back just yet, I had to explore some more. After swimming for a bit, it struck me. Normally it would have taken me about 10 minutes to take that route, and I managed to swim there AND look around the boat in just 7? I stood still for a second, and indeed I felt the water carrying me a little bit. I was caught in a slight current.

Alright, better start swimming back then, it's gonna be much harder but I'll definitely be able to get back before my air runs out. At the start it wasn't too hard, I could definitely feel the water pushing on me but I could swim relatively easily. But after a minute or two it got harder and harder, and thinking it was just because I was getting tired, I stopped to take a little break. The current was definitely faster than when I first stopped. So I gathered all my energy and kicked myself forward stronger than ever before. My boat was already clearly visible, I was merely a few feet from it, but I suddenly stopped.

I didn't stop myself, my legs were still kicking and trying to push me further, but I made to progress. The current was getting stronger than me, and I realized fighting it was just a waste of energy. I stopped pedalling and went with the flow. Of course I didn't want it to carry me to another continent, so I looked for something to hang onto until the water got calm enough to swim back again. I looked back and there was nothing in sight, only the old fishing boat. With all my energy I tried to move myself so I was in line with the boat, and after a few seconds I finally hit it. The boat, half lodged into the ground, could support my weight and prevented me from being carried even further.

So I just waited for the current to calm down, but it just couldn't seem to stop. If anything, it got stronger. After a few minutes have passed I looked at how much air I had... It wasn't promising. I used up a LOT of air from trying to swim against the current, and I barely had three minutes of it left. No problem I thought, I'll just fight myself to the surface and see where the current takes me from there. Better than running out of air I guess!

So I tried to get out from the wreck- but to no avail. The current has gotten so strong that it pinned me to the boat, I was almost completely unable to move! I kept on struggling and trying to break free, but I was already pretty tired and I felt my air getting thinner than usual. I was running out, and I was running out fast. In my final attempt I started banging on the side of the boat in an attempt to break the old wood, but of course my fist wasn't even strong enough to leave a crack in it. There was nothing I could do, just getting pressed to the wreck and taking more and more effort to draw enough air from my tank to satisfy my growing thirst.

Oh no... Oh yes? It was happening. I started getting more and more aroused. I almost couldn't believe I was drowning but it was true, no matter how much I sucked on my mouthpiece, no air was coming through... I have never been more afraid or more aroused in my life. The crotch of my suit looked like an inflated ball, my hard cock was pressing on it and waiting for release. A release that would probably never come, just like the life giving air I was so desperately hoping for. I got dizzy and light headed, my lungs were burning eagerly. Was this my end?

So be it then. I couldn't believe I did it, but I took the reg out of my mouth an opened it. The current swept a rush of cold water into my maw, filling it up instantly. I took a deep breath, and felt my lungs get heavy and cumbersome with water. I wasn't feeling pain or fear anymore, just pure arousement. Then I heard some strange rattling noise in the distance. Was it a ship or some kind of weird animal? Or was it all in my head? It got louder and louder until I couldn't take it anymore and I opened my eyes.

I was sweating under my heavy blanket, gasping heavily. Turns out the noise was just my alarm clock... But I wasn't feeling all too well. I got up to get my temperature and just like I feared... I had a fever.

So this is why I'm cancelling our diving plans for the weekend, Jay. I'm really sorry to disappoint, but if I can ask one thing from you... Please don't go diving alone without me.