Every day I wake up early in the morning before its light, head down to the beach & swim for an hour. Afterwards I sit on the sand & watch the sun come up. It's like a ritual for me, and something I've been doing for years. It's therapeutic, and gives me a brief respite from the crazy busy life around me that starts when everyone else begins to wakeup.
This is time I have for me and me alone, and helps keep me going amongst the busyness of it all.
This one particular morning was just like any other, though the sea was a little rougher than usual. That hadn't stopped me before.
I don't know why or how it happened, but not even 10 minutes into my swim I got caught in a rip. Nothing new, I thought. Not ideal, but I'd got myself out of plenty of rips before. The trick is to ride it out, and not fight it. That's how people get themselves into trouble.
This one though, seemed to pull me further and deeper out to sea. I had to swim quite a way back, before another rip had pulled me under. This happened multiple times, and I was really struggling at this point and starting to get quite tired, and worried.
My legs started cramping up as I tried to swim back again but the waves crashing down on me made this seem impossible. I found myself beginning to sink, and there was nothing I could do. I went under, trying to fight my way to the surface, but failing.
I could see the shimmer of light on the surface of the water, which seemed so close, yet so far away. I must have been underwater for minutes before I blacked out from holding my breath. I just remember panicking and thrashing as hard as I could to get to the surface, but then everything went hazy, and then black.
Just blackness..
These next moments were like a fever dream. Hazy memories, but I remember hearing the faint sound of seagulls in the distance. The waves gently crashing against the shore, now that the weather had subsided. My fingers moved slowly through the sand. I was lying on the beach, I thought.
I could feel something shaking me or tapping me, to try & wake me up maybe?I'm alive I thought. Oh my god, I'm alive! I thought I was dead.
I could feel my body aching then. I was so exhausted I could barely move.
I slowly opened my eyes. Everything was blurry. I could see light, the morning sun not quite up yet but the day was starting to break.
I could make out three figures looming over me with red shorts. Lifeguards. I was saved by these lifeguards, oh thank god. Thank god for these guys. Must have been in the right place at the right time.
I am alive, this wasnt a dream, or purgatory, or whatever.
I vaguely saw something banging me against my face, pushing against my lips. I wondered what was happening. I stirred & mumbled words, not able to speak properly yet. My throat was really dry & salty. Damn I was thirsty.
I blinked several times and squinted, my vision now slowly starting to clear, and I could make out what looked like a hard cock, no wait, 3 hard cocks slapping me in the face! What the hell.
One of the lifeguards then spoke up: 'See, I knew the smell of dick would wake him up', which was then followed by laughter.
A lot more was becoming clear to me now. The 3 guys were indeed lifeguards, and they were surrounding me on their knees on the sand. Their dicks were poking out the top of their red shorts which were still on them. Their yellow shirts were off though, seemingly thrown off and lying on the sand.
They were young, mid twenties maybe, and were very muscular. Their bodies still wet from the rescue, you could clearly see their defined shape and veins rippling across every muscle. And they had big dicks to match.
Yes, this was my thought process at the time, which seemed to go in slow motion.
One of them pushed his cock past my lips and entered my mouth, while the other two continued to bang their dicks away against the side of my face.
And yes, I could smell their dicks now too. Who needs smelling salts when the smell of a mans sweaty cock can wake you up.
I continued to lay there motionless, and couldn't quite comprehend what was happening. I went out for my usual morning swim, virtually drowned in the wild sea, and woke up to lifeguards' dicks in my face, the very same lifeguards that saved me from drowning?
What a ridiculous story, no one would ever even believe me if I told them.