As we talked about blowjobs, and watched porn, the beer and pot was having its effect on me, and I couldn’t conceal my growing hardon.“You can tak...e that out and stroke it if you like… Hope you don’t mind if I do.” John said. I don’t know what came over me, but at the time, that sounded like a great idea! I unzipped my jeans, pulled them down a bit, and took out my 18 year old cock. We continued to talk about the porn on TV as we both sat on the couch and stroked our cocks.I stole a glance at. It was maybe twenty-five metres away, a third of the way down the length of the wreck. Gliding effortlessly towards us, I couldn’t perceive any movement in its enormous, streamlined body. It just seemed to magically grow larger– closer - in the water.I shoved George roughly along the hull, kicking furiously. My fins were a blur, the opaque blades bending and straining off the orange toes of my boots. We were close to the bow, and I suddenly thought we might have a chance if I could just get us. Is it OK to shower first so I can be semi-coherent?”She laughed, “Yes!”I grabbed my bag and went to the shower. As usual, I turned up the temperature as hot as I could stand and let the warm water and steam clear my head. After a few minutes, I was feeling almost human and then quickly washed up, dried off, and went to eat breakfast. I smiled when I saw the bowl of «filmjölk», the corn flakes, «knäckebröd», butter, and cheese of a standard Swedish breakfast. I’d mostly eaten bacon or sausage,. Peanut butter was the only thing that would stick. He would have to deal with the situation on his own. He looked in the drawer where the handcuffs had been and found a key. Eric unlocked her ankles first. He got on top of her to hold her down while he released the last one from the bed. He pulled both arms behind her back and cuffed them together. “What are you doing, Eric?” She was trying to appeal to him with the intimacy he thought they had before it all went wrong. “I am going to teach.