Mark’s Vacation

Ah, beaches. Nothing but sand, and warm winds, and ocean waves.
Now Mark was glad he had paid extra to get a private bungalow. It
even had a shark net, so one could go diving in safety. He got up
from his easy-chair and stared out over the ocean. “Come, play in
me,” it seemed to say. He grinned, his tanned face, with it’s
blond moustache, crinkled in delight. Now was as good a time as
any to try out that new rig. A friend of his gave him a double-
tanked rig, that had a valve, so you could only use one tank at a
time. It was supposed to double your diving time. He put on a
skimpy bathing suit, more for looks than for protection. Mark had
never been much of one for modesty. With gear checked, and one
long look at his muscular frame in the mirror, he went down to
the shore.

Putting on the mask, and fins, he tightened the vest-like gear
that the air bottles were attached to. They had a two-way valve,
so one was shut-off, while the other sent compressed “air”,
through the regulator, and into the mouth piece. The sea was
clear, and warm. Mark waded in, until he was past the sloping
sand shoal, and lay down in the water. He gave the valve and his
regulator one last test, and swam off to explore the bottom.

Riiip… Ouch! What the hell?!? He had brushed up against a sharp
piece of coral, and it had cut his suit, leaving a thin red line
across his side. He pulled it down, to examine the wound. A
scratch… His cock swayed with the gentle current. Mark
chuckled. His dick got hard at the strangest times… A shadow
flitted by him, then something bumped his butt. Mark turned to
see what it was.