Drowning Tommy
I met Tommy at a basketball game. We were sitting next to each other and we started talking. We decided we liked some of the same things, especially when it came to sports. We exchanged numbers and decided it might be fun to watch a few games together.
He invited me over to his place the next week. There was a game on cable we were both interested in. We spent the next couple of hours drinking beer while yelling at the refs.
After the game he invited me to soak in the hot tub provided by his apartment complex. I told him I didn’t have a swim suit, but he said that didn’t matter. He planned on soaking naked and invited me to join him while wearing my birthday suit.
The hot tub sat in a corner of the courtyard, providing a little shelter from prying eyes with hedges along the fence line. The two of us snuck out late at night with a couple of towels wrapped around us. He had a key to get us in through the locked gate.
After we got inside the fenced-off area we both shed our towels and slipped into the water. We kept the jets turned off so as not to alert anyone we were out there. And we tried to keep our voices down.
After a while he turned to me and asked if I liked to hold my breath. When I asked what he meant, he showed me by inhaling and then sitting his ass on the bottom of the hot tub. I watched him sit there with the occasional bubble coming out of his mouth and nose, the water level well above his head.
I had enough of a view to notice his cock harden. I wasn’t sure what to think about that. Mine had hardened a little as well, but I attributed it to the beer and being naked in the hot tub.
When he came up he asked me to try it. So I took a deep breath and sat on my ass on the bottom of the tub. I wasn’t very good, and I came up within twenty seconds.
He laughed as he told me how lousy I was. Then he inhaled before he tried it again. This time it seemed like he was down even longer. It also seemed like his cock had gotten a little harder.
I didn’t know what to think about him getting aroused like that. I liked seeing him down there, especially the way he released bubbles. Then he came back up and suggested I try it again.
I filled my lungs and then sat on my ass on the bottom. I went a little longer, but I had problems staying down as my body wanted to keep drifting up. I gave up and surfaced as he laughed at me.
“Hey!” I protested indignantly. “It’s not my fault I keep coming back up!”
“You’ve got to release enough of your air to stay down.”
“How am I supposed to stay down without any air in my lungs?”
“Here; lemme help you!”
I went down again, only this time he pushed down on my shoulders. It did help me stay down longer. He seemed to enjoy holding me down, and I patted his hand on my shoulder when it was time to let me back up.
When I came up he said it was my turn to push him down. So he filled his lungs and then sat on his ass, totally submerged. I pushed down on his shoulders and watched him hold his breath, the occasional bubble slipping out of his mouth and nose.
He stayed down for quite a while. But he never patted my hand to let him up. He got to where his stomach was starting to ripple. He was grunting bubbles before he indicated I needed to let him up.
He came up gasping and smiling. For some reason it made my cock stiffen seeing him struggle like that. And it didn’t escape my notice how hard he’d become. Then he asked me if I wanted to do it again.
“I said, “Sure; why not?” The water was warm; no one had come to chase us out of the hot tub; and there wasn’t much else to do.
He asked if he could push my limits a little. I eyed him warily before telling him I supposed it would be all right. Then I inhaled deeply before I submerged.
To change things up a little he put his legs over my shoulders. I thought I felt his hard cock pushing against the back of my head for a moment before I went down. I tried not to think about it, especially since my own dick had hardened as well.
I think my time improved as I stayed down longer. Then I felt those warning heaves in my stomach. I pushed it a little longer before I patted his right leg. But he wouldn’t let me up.
I patted him harder, but he just urged me to stay down and hold my breath. I patted his leg again but he just laughed. He told me he loved the way I was struggling.
I was on the verge of panicking when he let me back up. I burst up gasping loudly for breath. He laughed at me as he told me I looked really hot holding my breath while I was struggling. I gave him a dirty look but said nothing.
He asked, “Now do you want to do it to me?”
I told him I thought turnabout was only fair play. He just laughed as he told me this was going to be his longest breath-hold yet.
He inhaled deeply before he sat on his ass at the bottom of the hot tub. I hefted my legs over his shoulders as I leaned over to watch. His cock was hard and bouncing a little as I held him down.
I watched as more bubbles came up. He was pretty damned good – much better than I. I kind of resented it a little, that and the way he’d forced me to hold my breath so damned long.
I watched as I saw his stomach start to heave after a good minute or more. I knew that meant he was running out of air. He released more bubbles as he tried to push his time underwater.
I shifted my position, making sure my legs were locked around his shoulders. I decided I was certainly going to show him. If he wanted to hold his breath, I was damned sure going to help him.
He began to wriggle as I kept him submerged. I could see his chest heaving as he tried to swallow his breath back down. A sadistic urge welled up inside me, especially the way his cock had really hardened. I wondered if I could hold him down long enough to make it go off.
He grunted as he finally tapped my leg, indicating he wanted up. If anything, I increased my leverage with my legs over his shoulders to keep him submerged. That’s when bubbles started bursting up at the surface.
By this time I was amazingly hard. I wondered if I might cum holding him down like this. I decided there was only one way to find out.
All of the sudden his body seemed to explode as he grappled with my legs. An eruption of bubbles came up as his hands fought against me. Then it looked like he started going into convulsions.
It was an incredible turn-on the way he tried to pry my legs off. Bubbles were coming up as his chest heaved, his body hitching as he grunted and gurgled. That’s when I saw his cock start to spurt in the water.
That was so cool that I went off a few seconds later, spurting into the water over his head. He was drowning… and perversely I was cumming while he was swallowing water. Then he settled down.
I finally lifted my legs up off his shoulders. But he never came back up. I maneuvered around to take a good look at him as his cream drifted near the bottom of the hot tub. His eyes were glazed over as though they were frozen in some sort of vacant surprise.
I thought about pulling him up and getting him to breathe again. But I decided I might really get into trouble with him if I did that. So I grabbed my towel, wrapped it around me and then left the hot tub, hoping it might look like an erotic accident on his part.
I went back to his apartment, got dressed, and then beat a hasty retreat. But on the way home I kept reliving his drowning over and over in my mind. When I got home, I was so aroused that I raced out of my clothes, went right to bed and then masturbated until I squeezed another load out of my dick.
© 2018 (written for Bottomdweller Jan 5 ’18 by riwa)