How I became a Hard Hat Diver - Part 1

Author: CaptainNemo
Title: How I became a Hard Hat Diver
Date: 16 September 2012

How I became a Hard Hat Diver


Divers had fascinated me as long as I could remember. As a kid, there were films like “20.000 Leagues” and “Beneath the 12-Mile Reef”, firing up my fantasies. I spent afternoons in the library searching for magazines and books on deep sea diving. There was one kind of gear which made the strongest impression on me: hard hat diving rigs with airtight helmets, a rigid breastplate and weighted boots. At that era, the brass helmets became outdated, but they still found some commercial use. I often tried to imagine which sensations the diver experienced during the dressing procedure, how he felt inside the helmet, what he was seeing, hearing and smelling when the helmet was sealed, and how intense he enjoyed his underwater walks. I often experienced a hardon when I fantasized that way. One night, I had a dream of a hard hat dive which I performed together with Sven, a cute classmate I was sweet on. The pictures were so intense that I shot my first load during that dream. As a college student, I got some scuba experience. But the ultimate goal of a heavy hard hat dive was unattainable for me.

It took until I was a 20-year-old. In the summer holidays I embarked on a backpacker trip to the UK, hoping to find a helmet diving opportunity somewhere on the coastline. As there was still no internet at that time, I didn’t have any idea how to look up an operator of hard hat gear in a direct way. The only thing I knew from a diving magazine was that there were still some diving schools which offered training in the so-called standard diving. I made my way to Cornwall to start the first attempt.
I stepped off the train in a small town located on the steep coast. Down at the sea, there was the lower part with its picturesque harbor bay. It was encased by two piers, with a romantic lighthouse on each end. I explored the area around, knowing that there had been a famous hard hat diving school at this place until the mid-1980s at least.

After walking along a stretch of old warehouses and stores, providing supplies for sailing and fishery, I was suddenly standing in front of a diving shop. Full of curiosity, I looked into the shop windows. The one right from the entrance only contained scuba diving equipment and travel posters, but the left window increased my heartbeat. There was a male display mannequin, dressed in a full hard hat diving rig, posing with the copper helmet under his arm. Around him, a collection of air systems and drysuits was shown. And then there was that poster which electrified me:

“Standard diving courses for scuba divers”

“Try a classic hard hat diving suit in our diving tank or in the harbour. We have various types of surface-supplied helmet diving equipment. Our range of professional equipment includes Siebe Gorman, Desco Mark V and Draeger helmets.”

Below, a photograph of a pair of hard hat divers under water was shown. Courses were offered in several variants, ranging from a short indoor dive up to extended training with a number of dives at the harbor in different helmet types. My heart was beating at maximum level when I entered the shop, which looked like any scuba diving shop at the first glance. Behind the counter, a young hunk was telephoning.

“Wait a minute, son, I’ll take care of you soon”, he whispered at me when he saw me, the receiver in his hand.

He seemed to be around my age, maybe 21 years. He was sleek and tall, having a cheeky boyface with a strawberry-blond crewcut and a cute goatee. He was wearing a military style jumpsuit, sporting a diving helmet logo and multiple rugged brass zippers on the chest. I tried to look around in the shop in a relaxed manner, but in fact I was tingly all over. While telephoning, the boy sent me some encouraging smiling and blinking several times. A necklace with a sea shell and an earring added some special coolness to him. I tried to imagine how he would look in the hard hat rig from the shop window, and got a hardon immediately.
When the guy was done with his phone call, he came around the counter and shook my hand.

“Hi. I’m Eric. Can I help you?”

“There’s that helmet diving poster over there”, I tried to explain, nervously, pointing at the shop window.

A bright shimmer came up in his eyes: “Okay son, you want to be a hard hat diver, right?”

“Yeah!” My stomach was prickling.

“Just for pleasure, or with a professional intention?”

“Don’t know yet.”

“What’s your name?”

“Frank.”

“Okay Frank, I’d like to offer a test dive in our tank to you. We can do that right now. Later, we might arrange some open water dives, depending on your skills and interests.”

“Does that mean I can actually perform a hard hat dive now, this afternoon?”

“Of course you can. We have a 15-feet dive tank in our training hall in the backyard. We can start immediately, if you like.”

“Awesome.” My palms began to sweat. Now or never, I thought. But it even got better:

“I have just serviced our American Mark V helmet”, Eric explained, “maybe you want to try it first. It’s the coolest piece of hard hat gear on earth. You will look amazingly hot in it.”

“Wow…”

“I see you’re getting excited, son”, Eric laughed, “I’ll try to call my colleague, who is still out. He can give us a little help.”

“Will I dive alone?”

“You will go down on your own first, to familiarize with the suit. After my tender has arrived, he will dress me in, and I will team up with you. I’m a commercial diver, I can show you some interesting underwater skills. It will be funny for us. Two big boys playing around under water in hard hat rigs!”

“Man, that sounds so exciting”, I said, and he blinked at me again.

“You have your accommodation in town?” he then asked.

“I think I will try it at the youth hostel after the diving.”

“Oh, that’s not necessary, son” he said, putting his hand on my shoulder, “we have some bedrooms for our diving students one floor up. Just leave your backpack here in the shop. I’ll show you the room after our dive.”

Before the diving started, I went to the toilet, trying to calm down. When my cock had relaxed a bit, I pulled out a condom and applied it. I thought I would feel safer that way, just in case everything was getting too horny for me. Standing in front of the mirror, I grinned to myself: Boy, you are going to become a helmet diver right now!

Some minutes later, I walked behind Eric, looking at his sleek, sexy back in his overall, his cute ears and his short hairdo. The fact that he was a full-trained commercial diver, having already spent many hours in diving helmets despite his young age, made him my ultimate man. I couldn’t wait any longer to see him in the gear. I had to be disciplined to keep my hardon down.

Eric opened the door to the training hall at the backside of the shop. When we stepped through, I saw the large blue-painted dive tank, which was located in the center of the hall. It had a number of bull’s-eyes for supervising the divers from the outside. The walls of the training hall were covered with shelves full of diving stuff, air supply hardware, and some working benches and tools. A movable black board showed calculations for deep diving. The smell was an interesting mixture between a metal workshop, a rubber-tire warehouse and an indoor swimming pool. Everything looked a bit nostalgic, in a typical British post-war style, but in good shape.
We climbed up a steep iron stairway attached to the tank, leading to a metal balcony along its side. Up on the platform, which was at water surface level, I looked around, excited. A collection of diving suits in different colors was hanging over the railing of the balcony. Besides a small crane, there was a battery of air valves and hoses in one corner. In the other, five or six shimmering copper diving helmets were lined up, together with a range of diving boots and heavy brass diving knifes. A little boy’s dream was coming true for me.

“Okay, my friend, first we will dress you in a deep sea diver’s underwear”, Eric explained.

He showed me a rack with rugged, padded overalls on coat-hangers. I chose one of my size, put away my shoes and my jeans, and donned the heavy overall. It provided a smell of seawater and masculinity. I pulled the zipper up to my chin while Eric smiled at me:

“You look good, son.”

He came over, put his big hand on my padded shoulder, and started explaining the upcoming suiting procedure to me. I enjoyed having him near me, sensing his warmth, his breath and the vibrations of his friendly voice, while I was looking more and more forward to my dive. My erection started to grow again beneath the overall.

The original Mark V diving suit consisted of pure rubber, but was coated with a rugged layer of canvas from the inside as well as on the outside. With its white outer skin, it had an astronaut-like look and at the same time, it released an intense smell of rubber. Seated on a dressing bench near the water, I wriggled myself in, surprised about the weight and stiffness of this gear. Eric helped me pushing my hands through the tight fitting rubber cuffs, using some dishwashing soap as a lubricant. Then he pulled the suit up on my body.
In their lower portion, the suit’s legs were equipped with lacing holes at the backside. Eric strapped them tightly around my legs with a thick cord, in order to prevent them from ballooning under water.

“Otherwise you might lose your diving boots”, he explained to me.

The boots were the next piece of the equipment I had to put on. Their soles and toecaps were made of solid brass, while the upper part consisted of leather with a rugged lacing. My feet felt so heavy during the first moments, that I didn’t believe I could walk even a few yards in those things. Looking down on the massive brass toecaps increased the rush of blood to my cock at the same time.

This even got more intense when I had to don the breastplate. It was a real piece of heavy metal, manufactured of rugged copperplate. Eric lowered it slowly down over my head, my nose briefly touching the massive neck flange for the helmet. When the full weight of the breastplate was lasting on my shoulders, I got quiet. With a clanking sound, Eric applied four heavy brass brales, which provided the sealing with the rubber gasket at the suit’s entry opening. Then he fixed everything by screwing twelve brass wing nuts on the bolts of the breastplate. At last, he tightened the nuts, using a special T-shaped brass wrench. I could only sit there in my tight-fitting armour, passively, and watch the whole procedure, listening to the squeaking sound of the nuts, my chin in contact with the cold brass neck flange. All that was a new kind of joy for me, and my cock was at high pressure now. Eric smiled to me:

“That’s definitely a man’s world, eh?”

From time to time, he seemed to sniff at his fingers, as if he liked the tang metallic odor of all the rugged hardware he was bolting me in. To me, this habit seemed to be the first sign that he probably had some kinky interests in the gear.

“Okay, diver, now stand up to put the weight belt on.”

I was still a frail-built lad at that time, and it was hard for me to remain in a standing position with that many pounds of lead weights on my body. Eric tightened a leather jockstrap between my legs, applying horny pressure against my erection.

“I’m sure you’re singing soprano now”, he grinned at me.

I sat down again with relief, and Eric picked up the helmet. He put it on my knees for a “hero” pose.

“Gosh”, I said, overwhelmed by the weight and the massive design of the helmet.

The shell was made from spun copper, all valves and fixtures from heavy brass. The hinged porthole and the three smaller windows, called lights, were protected by brass grids. I turned the helmet upside down to look into it. The copper shell was uncoated even at the inside, and slightly tarnished. After holding the helmet in my hands for a few moments, I could smell the heavy metal. This will become my full-metal underwater confinement, I thought, a concept that gave me horny pleasure, adding more stiffness to my hardon.
After taking a “hero” photo of me in the gear, Eric took the helmet from my hands, laid it next to me on the bench and helped me putting on a pair of thick, smelly black rubber gloves, also an erotic moment for me.

“Okay son, it’s time for getting the hat on!” he finally said.

My head slid slowly into the helmet. Its weight pressed me down even more. When Eric turned the hat on the neck flange, I could hear the locking mechanism clicking in. I tried to look around inside the helmet, which now appeared tight and claustrophobic. My view through the small windows was obstructed by the protection grids, and there was again that tang odor of metal. I was really confined in a heavy metal prison, for me a new and horny experience. My hands got sweating in my rubber gloves, and I also felt a slightly wet sensation inside my condom now.

When Eric had attached the massive brass air control valve to my chest, he briefly explained how to manage the flow of air in the suit:

“There’s an automatic exhaust valve on the helmet which steadily vents some excess air. If you want more air to go out, press your chin on the valve. It’s the brass button inside your helmet, right of your mouth.” I nodded silently to his explanations. After sitting several minutes in the full rig, sweat was on my face.

“Everything okay, son?” Eric asked me over the telephone system in the helmet.

“Yeah”, I replied.

His face appeared in front of my porthole. He was now wearing an antique headset:

“You look so sweet and lucky in there”, he grinned at me, scratching his chin beard with the brass wrench, “although your suit is now heavier than you are.”

For a short moment, I could look directly into the beautiful blue eyes of the young diver. They sent a warm friendliness to me.

“I’m going to seal you now”, he laughed, showing me the T-wrench, “have fun!”

He closed the massive porthole and tightened the lock using the wrench. I could hear the hiss of air starting to flow into the helmet and ballooning my suit. My ears also felt the rising pressure. Everything was airtight now. Peering through the porthole with its brass grids, I could not see much. I enjoyed inhaling the odors of rubber and metal, being a real hard hat diver at last. As I felt the hot dribbling of some fresh precum in my condom, I couldn’t do anything against it. It was good to have that rubber underneath.

Eric helped me up and gave me an encouraging tap on the helmet. Then I walked towards the water with slow, heavy steps. At the diving ladder, Eric supported me turning backwards, got on his knees and helped my feet to find the first step. While I started to climb down, he held the air hose in his hands and instructed me via the phone.

Finally the waterline rose in front of my porthole, a moment later it swashed over the top light. I was completely under water now and the suit became surprisingly light. Climbing down got very easy. The exhaust valve was now working, causing an intermediating sizzle sound. I stopped about half the way down to equalize my ears. Meanwhile I enjoyed the underwater sight of my inflated suit arms and my rubber gloves on the ladder, with some minor bubbles rising up from my left cuff.

“Diver, are you okay?” Eric asked me, “everything still sealed?”

“Yeah”, I replied, “no major leaks in the suit.”

I continued my descent until my feet touched the bottom of the tank. Slowly I turned away from the ladder, pulling the air hose with my left hand.

“Diver on the bottom”, I reported enthusiastically, “that’s so horny.” Eric was giggling on the phone.

I quickly noticed that my suit was too much inflated for walking. My boots slid over the bottom, causing a bumping sound without getting me forward. To vent more air, I pushed the chin button in my helmet and experienced the horny feeling of the suit being tightly pressed against my body by the cold water. It took me some attempts until I had found out the right buoyancy for an underwater walk. With my cock at maximum size, I moved forward.

From the diver’s point of view, the rectangular tank almost looked like a swimming pool with its clear water and a light blue paint inside. For training the commercial divers, there were various workbenches installed along the sides. I imagined it a funny thing to practice my labor skills there, standing at the bench in full hard hat gear.

I moved on to one of the bull’s-eyes of the tank. When I looked outside, I saw a spiky-haired youngster who was standing there, pressing his snub nose against the glass. The lad, wearing a jumpsuit similar to that of Eric, seemed to have been watching me for quite a time. He waved at me with a wide grin, and I waved back. Then he pointed upwards, saying something I couldn’t understand of course. Obviously he was talking to Eric on the platform.

“Okay, diver, my friend Josh has arrived and I get keen on suiting up”, Eric told me on the phone, “I will be down there soon. I’m really looking forward to play with you.”

Part II

Suddenly I noticed some movement at the surface. In the beginning, I could only see a pair of shimmering diving boots stepping on the ladder and then slowly climbing down. The helmet phone came alive again with a new, slightly younger voice:

“Hi Frank, it’s Josh here. You’ve seen me through the porthole. I’ve just suited up Eric and sent him down to you. I will keep on tending you both.”

“Okay, my friend”, I answered to the boy.

Moments later, the diver was completely under water and visible in his full glory to me. He wore a red and black “Viking” rubber suit. The backsides of his polished copper helmet and breastplate were shimmering beautifully as he descended. And I knew that there was a really beautiful lad confined in all that heavy metal gear, probably enjoying it in a similar way like I did! At that point, my erotic excitement got so intense that my bulge suddenly escaped the jockstrap which had held it down so far. It was pointing more or less forward now, pressing the leather strap slightly aside. I tried to put everything back into its correct position with my clumsy rubber gloves, but didn’t succeed. I also tried to tighten the jockstrap, but the only thing I achieved was opening its buckle. I was unable to close the buckle again because I couldn’t look down on myself, imprisoned in my helmet. Then, earlier than I expected, Eric had jumped off the ladder and turned around. I quickly put my hands away, while Eric started walking in my direction. I couldn’t do anything more now.

Eric’s suit was inflated to a certain amount, which gave him a horny blown-up shape. From time to time he was sending bursts of bubbles up from his helmet. He didn’t wear any gloves, his delicious big hands were the only parts of his body sticking out of the Viking suit. His left was adjusting the heavy brass valve on his chest, while with his right, he hold the handle of the impressive brass diving knife attached to his waist. Like a young knight with his sword, I contemplated. As he approached me, I could subsequently recognize parts of his lovely boyface behind his helmet’s round faceplate: his nose first, then also his eyes and brows, giving him a lucky and relaxed appearance.

“Unbelievable”, I murmured inside my helmet at that wonderful and electrifying sight.

When he reached me, Eric straightly took my right gloved hand to give me a tight underwater handshake. Full of sexual pleasure, I tried to hug him, getting as near as possible to his helmet to look inside. With a wide, cheeky grin, Eric pressed his nose against the glass of his faceplate, his magic eyes blinking at me, hardening my cock in a very joyful way.

“Frank, Eric tells me that you don’t have enough air in your suit”, Josh reported.

At that moment, I suddenly noticed that my suit was inflating. Eric hat turned my chest valve, and before I could react, my helmet was driven upwards by the rising pressure. I felt the helmet’s bottom flange being pressed against my chin, my mouth and my nose from underneath.

“Fuck”, I shouted, “I’ve lost my jockstrap and now my helmet floats up.”

“Press the dump valve”, Josh told me.

“I can’t reach my valve”, I answered, “my head is stuck in the flange ring. I can’t move it any more.”

“Keep cool, I’m just explaining it to Eric”, the boy replied.

I tried to get into a less inconvenient position, but it was impossible. The strange thing was that this helpless situation in the diving helmet made me even hornier. I was really trapped in my gear, my chin, mouth and nose stuck in the brass flange, like a heavy metal mummy. I delivered another hot portion of precum in my rubber sheath, and I knew that I was in danger of jerking off in full scale soon.

At that moment, I got sudden help. Eric had re-adjusted my valves from the outside. My helmet returned into its regular position. Again Eric sent me his gorgeous grin under his helmet, showing me his shining white teeth. The level of erotic stimulation didn’t really turn down that way for me. And then Eric’s hands started working on my jockstrap, stimulating my crotch with a series of strong and bumpy movements. He was talking to Josh, for me unhearable, and still grinning.

“Stop that”, I moaned in my helmet, but Josh didn’t answer. I just heard him giggling.

The expression in Eric’s face became cheekier while he started to re-tighten my jockstrap against my fully erected penis. That badass lad in his horny copper helmet, the feelings and smells my diving rig provided and this pressure on my crotch – at this moment, I couldn’t keep myself under control any longer. I experienced an incredible hot flash originating from Eric’s eyes, running through my whole body and making the diving gear to a part of me. I pressed my forehead against the cold metal of the helmet shell while I jerked off, injecting a powerful, pulsing stream of juice into my condom. I suppressed my reflex of moaning and tried to keep my eyes open. When I was in the middle of my shooting sequence, I sensed a jerking movement from Eric, who closed his eyes as if he also was delivering his load at that point. He looked so cute with that expression that more pulses of juice found their way out of me. It became a wonderful, long and intense shot.

When it had come to an end, I felt happy, but exhausted. After all, I still remained partially uncertain if I had possibly embarrassed Eric. I was even not sure if he just really jerked off or if I had fantasized it. He just hugged me, tapping against my porthole with his hand.

“Frank, are you still okay?” Josh asked me, “do you want to continue your dive?”

“Yeah”, I replied “I want to continue, of course!”

“You’re the right stuff”, Josh laughed, “Eric just told me that your jockstrap is okay again.”

Eric did some final adjustments on my valves, and then he pointed me to one of the working benches on the other side. I started my walk through the tank, looking forward to an interesting, but relaxed part of my dive. My cock also was retracting, meanwhile the inconvenient feeling of a big quantity of cum in my rubber sheath remained.

But relaxation didn’t last long. While I was walking, my suit was slightly ballooning again, although the jockstrap held my helmet down in the right position this time. When I tried to press the chin button, it didn’t move.

“What’s this?” I asked Josh, “my chin button is suddenly stuck.”

“Impossible”, the boy said, “try again.”

I tried, without any effect. The upper part of my suit kept inflating, slowly pressing my arms in a spread-eagled position.

“Have you already adjusted your exhaust valve from the outside?” Josh asked me.

“I can’t reach it”, I said, “I cannot move my arms any more.”

My feet lost contact with the bottom. When I tried to step forward, they just slid. I also felt the dragging force on my jockstrap growing. My arms were now fully blown up, even my rubber gloves started to inflate. I would soon be a life-sized version of the Michelin Man. I even got the impression that the rubbery smell in my helmet increased. All the horny feelings were back at that moment.

Suddenly, I noticed I was floating upwards. From the distance, I could see Eric in his rig, still standing on the bottom, watching at me. With a splash, I broke through the water surface, and came to a rest on the surface, floating helplessly on my back in my fully inflated diving rig.

“Holy shit”, I shouted, “what can I do now?”

“Just try to relax, you’re in a safe mode”, Josh told me, giggling, “we’re going to work out a salvage plan for you – after our tea time!”

“Don’t leave me alone”, I begged, but from now on, the helmet phone remained silent.

With my head resting quite comfortable in the copper shell of my helmet, I really tried to relax. The fresh air constantly kept flowing, and I also could hear the wastegate valve in my helmet continuously working. After I had turned down my initial fear that the suit could rupture from overpressure, drowning me in the tank, I decided to get the best out of my situation. That meant to concentrate on its enjoyable, horny aspects, since I already had a hardon again.

I contemplated that it would be an exciting experience for me to shoot another load in a full auto-erotic manner. Everything that made me horny was there: the rubber, the metal, the odors, the inflation, and that helpless, spread-eagled situation in the diving helmet. I began clenching and opening my inflated rubber fists, which pushed my excitement by a wonderful rubbery feeling, and then I tried to move my legs and arms a few inches against the air pressure in the suit. It was exhausting, but horny, keeping my cock constantly growing. I inhaled the wonderful smells in the helmet, trying to imagine how horny I was looking from the outside now in my blown-up diving rig. It didn’t take long until I felt a new burning rush of heat, welding me together with my rigid confinement. I jerked up in my gear full of intense joy, and with a new series of jolts, I jettisoned my juice into my rubber condom.

Afterwards, I got slumberous. I closed my eyes and relaxed until my breathing was back at normal rate. I don’t know how much time I had spent that way. Suddenly, a dark voice in the com line woke me up:

“MAN in the HELMET, can you hear me?”

“Who’s that?” I asked.

“It’s Josh again”, he laughed “I will pull you out now.”

When I looked to the ceiling of the hall through my porthole, I saw the luminescent tubes above me slowly moving. Some moments later, the boy had pulled me onto the platform. A hand was working on the lock of my porthole, and when it swung open, all the pressure from my suit exhausted with a sizzle. From one second to another, I could move my arms and legs again. The boy carefully removed my helmet and pushed a towel under my head. I was looking into a young face, smiling at me in a lovely manner. His black hair seemed to be styled up with some hair gel.

“Welcome back to the surface”, he said, “you really performed good for a hard hat newcomer.”

I felt relief that it was over now, but there was also a little bit of disappointment. After Josh had removed my heavy shoes, he helped me up.

“I’m sorry, man”, he said, “Shit happens. We will give you another dive later, when you have relaxed.”

“What’s the reason for this chin button problem?” I asked him.

He examined my helmet and within seconds, he had found out that the handwheel on the outside of the exhaust valve, used for adjusting the maximum suit pressure, was in its fully blocked position.

“This is one of Eric’s silly games”, he laughed, “he also did that with me when I dove this helmet for the first time.”

In a quick and skilled manner, he removed all the metal stuff from me and helped me out of the suit. I felt nearly weightless after the gear was gone. There was a big and visible wet spot on my thermo overall near my crotch, but the boy didn’t say anything about it. Instead, he nudged me gently under my chin with his metal-scented hand. I cuddled him, and he seemed to enjoy it.

Some moments later, Eric emerged on the diving ladder. I was sitting on the bench near the water, watching Josh removing his helmet. Eric looked awesome in his shimmering breastplate and the suit when he was posing in front of me, holding his helmet under his arm. He was definitely my man. We briefly hugged when he was finally out of his gear. He then disappeared to the toilet.

“I’d also like to go to the toilet”, I said to Josh a moment later. When I arrived there, Eric just came out of the cabinet. He nudged me in my chest, again with that marvelous shimmer in his eyes. I locked the door, opened the toilet lid and saw a used condom in the bowl.

“You forgot to flush”, I shouted to Eric, who was just washing his hands in the vestibule.

“Shame on me”, he replied, laughing.

I also threw my condom into the bowl and tried to cleanup my undersuit using some paper. When I got out, Eric was waiting for me. Like me, he was still wearing his diving overall, but had pulled down his chest zipper. He put his hands on my shoulders and looked deeply in my eyes. His expression was serious now:

“Hope I didn’t shock you too much with my horny games, diver” he said.

“You didn’t”, I replied, “for me, that dive was an extremely horny experience. I’d really like to continue hard hat diving.”

“You must stay with us for some weeks to become a real helmet diver, son”, Eric invited me, “we still have plenty of time until the regular trimester for our fee-paying commercial diving students begins. Our director and our employees are on holiday now, and we will be free to do anything we want to do with the gear. Josh and I would really appreciate it.”

“That would be so cool”, I said, examining Eric’s chest and his sea shell necklace with my hands.

Seconds later, we were cuddling each others. I had never experienced such a feeling of comfort and security like in the arms of this bloke. He gave me a kiss on my cheek, and I felt the wonderful scratching caused by his goatee. I gently ran my fingers through his hair. He still had the scents of the diving gear on his skin, and we both were getting hard again.

“Man, we should spend our evening together”, Eric said in a low voice, his magic eyes shining at me, “but we must return to the diving tank now. Josh is waiting to be suited up. He also wants to have some fun in the rig, like we did.”

“Does he have kinky moments in the gear, like us?” I asked.

“Of course he has. Josh is into rubber and diving helmets, but he doesn’t admit yet he is gay”, Eric said. “He enjoys himself in the rig under water and he tells me that he is my best friend, but he also tells me he is not gay. We never had sex without a diving rig so far.”

When we arrived back on the diving platform, Josh was waiting for us. He had already put on the Mark V suit and the brass boots on his own. Now he was sitting on the bench, holding the heavy breastplate in his hands.

“I couldn’t wait any longer”, he laughed at us, “I’m already getting hard.”

He sent his cheeky smile at me, pointing me to the second helmet which Eric had dived before:

“Frank, get into gear again. We’ll dive together and Eric will be our tender. This time, I want to be your inflatable, full-metal under water rubber boy!”