A Likely Story: A Wayward Ink Publishing Anthology by Wayward Ink

of a swim was never an easy thing, but Logan soon decided it was much worse in the dark when sporting a killer erection.
    It took a lot of swearing, and many snaps of rubber against Logan’s skin, but finally he was extricated. The air on his bare flesh felt wonderful. Freeing his cock from that constriction was also marvelous.
    The messing around with the wetsuit had rather disrupted the mood, though. Eager to find it again, Logan pulled Jonah in for a rough kiss. As they moved closer together, their erections slid against each other, making both men groan.
    Without breaking the kiss, Logan reached between them and took their two shafts in hand. Both men were already oozing pre-cum, and Logan used this for some much-needed lubrication as he started to pump.
    He worked his hand slowly and gently at first. Soon, though, that wasn’t enough and he quickened his pace, gripping tighter. From the sounds Jonah was making, he was close, and Logan knew he wasn’t far behind. He bit down on Jonah’s lip, and that sent his companion over the edge. The feeling of Jonah’s cock pulsing against his was enough to make Logan shoot his own load.
    They rode out their orgasms in a symphony of moans and heavy breathing. Logan’s hand was covered with sticky cum. The scent of sex permeated the heavy air.
    “Wow, that was… wow.”
    “Yes, it—”
    There was an earthquake-like shudder and they toppled from their makeshift bed into the slime below. The rumbles continued, and they were tossed back and forth, unable to find a footing. When they crashed into each other, Logan grabbed Jonah’s arm. A roar rose up. For a moment, Logan wondered what was going on. Then he realized: water.
    The surge sped toward them and Logan braced Jonah against him. Even prepared, the collision knocked all the air from his lungs. He barely drew a breath before the ocean cascaded over them, beneath them, all around them. Then they were moving, carried by the momentum of the water. Any attempts to control their direction were pointless. They had no choice but to try to relax and hope they regained the surface before they ran out of air.
    Trapped in the whirlpool, every second felt like an hour, but then their movement slowed, and the waves around them began to dissipate. Logan looked upward and there, far above them, he could see the sun glinting on the surface of the water.
    Securing his arm around Jonah, he pointed skyward and kicked with all his might, pulling through the water with his free hand. Jonah cottoned on and joined in the effort, and between the two of them they made their way up. Up to freedom; up to salvation.
    Both men spluttered as they broke the surface, drawing in deep, gasping breaths of amazing fresh air. A whale call sounded out and Logan turned to see their host making his way back out to sea. He offered them a parting shot of water before disappearing into the waves.
    Something hit Logan in the back, and he looked around to see one of Jonah’s metal chests bobbing happily in the water behind them. Over the top of the box, he could see an inviting strip of golden sand.
    “Jonah. Look!” He pointed in the direction of the welcome sight.
    Jonah muttered a “thank you” to the wind, and together they swam toward the shore, pushing the metal box in front of them.
    By the time they reached the beach, both men were exhausted. They shoved the box away from the water’s edge, and then collapsed. The water teased at their toes as the tide ebbed and flowed, but they were oblivious.
    Logan stared up at the clear blue sky. He reached out and found Jonah’s hand. He entwined their fingers and squeezed. Jonah returned the pressure and they both turned to look at each other.
    They could see each other clearly for the first time, and what Logan saw took his breath away. His glimpse of Jonah in the tiny lighter’s flame could never have done justice to the vision before him. From his sculpted cheekbones to his emerald eyes, the scientist was