Jon's first Offshore Dive

Author: CaptainNemo
Title: Jon’s first Offshore Dive
Date: 14 September 2012

“Bell is ready. Get into your suits, lads.”

The operator’s voice from the speaker sounded through the pressure chamber.

Assisted by their mate Brandon, young working divers Ryan and Jonathan prepared to don their deep sea diving equipment. The procedure, which normally lasted about half an hour, took place in a small area adjacent to the airlock. There were two seatbenches for dressing and undressing the divers, and a variety of air, power and hot water connectors and gauges. From here, it would only be a few steps for the full-suited divers to get into their diving bell.

Ryan took his bulky suit, his heavy mixed gas helmet and all the associated gear from the storage shelves. Then he sat down and started to pull the diving suit over his legs. Despite his 24 years of age, he was still excited when he suited up, like a teenager prior to his first scuba dive. Soon he would be tightly strapped in his gear from head to toe, breathing helium-enriched air in his diving helmet. His cock was slightly getting harder when he pushed his arms through the suit.

Designed for extended bell runs in deep water, those commercial diving suits consisted of a heavy duty neoprene / rubber mixture. The black rubber-coated skin looked like it was part of a tyre tube, and it released an intense odor of vulcanized rubber while the diver was entering. As the suit would be flooded by hot water, the divers wore nothing but a swimshort underneath. The constant flow of hot water would be dumped continuously, so it could also take away the juices a man produces while working. The inner liner of the suit was made from pure rubber, and Ryan enjoyed the feeling of the still dry material on his unprotected skin as he wriggled himself in. When he was done, he looked down on himself over his steel neckring, and closed the massive zipper on his chest. All the fixtures on the suit, like the neckring, valves and zippers, were manufactured of solid metal, adding significant weight to the suit. Exposed parts like elbows, knees and shoulders were reinforced by thick rubber pads. All this gave the diver a horny and masculine appearance.

“Boy, I’m really looking good in this gear”, Ryan thought. He moved his arms and his legs against the cold stiffness of the suit, with his erection increasing. Although he was already full of rubbery joy, his bulge couldn’t be seen from the outside right now.

He looked over to his mate Jon, who was also working his way into the suit. It seemed that Jon noticed the intense rubbery smell, too, and it didn’t annoy him. He looked concentrated and alert. He was a tall 21 year-old welder who had just graduated from his saturation course at the Offshore Diving Institute. The upcoming dive was his first time he was going really deep. He had a cute babyface with a snubnose, blue eyes and a blond crewcut. His grinning was wide and frequent. A pair of golden earrings made his boyish appearance slightly tougher. Ryan was keen on him since the first time he had seen him when he came aboard the diving vessel.

“Shall I help you with your suit?”, Ryan asked him.

“Yeah. Strap my boots on”, Jon answered, grinning over his metal neckring.

“Okay.” Ryan got down on his knees and Jon stepped into his heavy steel boots.

“Man, I’m so excited”, said Jon when Ryan tightened the bootstraps, “I’ve been dreaming of doing this since I was a little boy.”

Ryan looked up to him. There was a lovely shine in Jon’s eyes.

“I can understand that. I’m working as a sat diver for two years right now. But it’s still amazing for me. Every time I suit up I get excited again.”

After he was done with the boots, Jon helped his heavy-laden mate up from the floor, and tapped on Ryans shoulders with his big hands. Ryans hardon had been growing constantly.

“Let’s don our harnesses now.”

They pulled the massive belt systems over their rubbered shoulders and then closed the chest straps. Some heavy snaphooks and D-rings for the underwater tooling were suspended from the harnesses and made a metallic sound to every movement of the divers.

“Come on, boy”, Ryan said to Jon, “take your helmet into the bell. It’s time to go down!”

Some moments later, they were seated inside their dive bell. To some extent, the small cabin looked like a space capsule: spherical shape, white sidewalls, a cramped interior full of valves, gauges, handwheels and annunciators, literally everywhere. Most of the hardware was pneumatic and analogue. But a growing number of digital systems had been built in over the years: displays, video systems, intercoms and navigational aids. In spite of this, it still kept a special maritime appearance. The light came from bulb lamps under protective brass grills. They gave a warm shimmer to all the brass gauges and valves which regulated the breathing gas for the divers.

“Airlock is closed and we are pressurized.” Ryan put the microphone back onto its hook.

“Okay. We’ll send you down now”, the bell operator replied.

Inside, nothing but a slight push could be felt. There were only two small bulleyes in the walls of the bell. Within moments, the sea around them had turned dark and black.

“Man, we’re on our way!”, Jon said, grinning at Ryan, and holding his heavy diving helmet on his knees. At this point, the divers had to connect the breathing gas and power lines of the umbilicals to their helmets, and the hot water tubes to their suits. Then they began testing the valves on their helmets and harnesses for regulating the gas flow. The Miller 400 mixed gas helmets were of a special deep sea model, the shell manufactured of massive bronze, the inside equipped with a rubber breathing mask.

“This helmet is so cool”, Jon said, “I think it will be good to have some really heavy metal around my head down there.”

“Yeah. I love the Miller hats, too”, Ryan replied, “much more rugged than those ‘Tupperware’ plastic helmets.”

Jon nodded. For a moment he seemed to sniff the metallic smell of the helmet’s brass shell from his hand. He looked very proud. His sight reminded Ryan of a young knight being kitted in his armour for the first time, who couldn’t wait any longer to put his helmet on. I’ ll probably jerk off when I see his lovely eyes behind his faceplate, Ryan thought, there is nothing like a cute lad in a deep sea diving rig. Ryan was so hard at this point that moving around in his gear would get difficult for him. I must calm myself down until we are under water, he told himself. He had been diving with quite a number of young hunks over the years. They had always been straight, not even one of them had ever shown signs of horny passion.

The diving bell came to a sudden stop. The intercom crackled: “265 feet. Get sealed, boys.”

“Okay, let’s check everything. Our zippers are closed, our harnesses are in place, our suits and helmets are connected to the umbilicals, and we both look amazing in our gear.”

“We’re looking like big boys do”, Jon replied.

“Okay my friend, let’s don our gloves now.”

Ryan passed a pair of heavy duty deep sea gloves to his mate.

“Never seen such cool black rubber gloves“, Jon laughed, securing the gloves to the metal wrist flanges on his suit. “I feel like an astronaut with those heavy cuff seals.”

“Yeah”, Ryan replied, laughing too, also enjoying the horny procedure of attaching his gloves to the suit seals. He moved all of his fingers and opened and clenched his fists to maximize the rubbery feel of his gloves. Having briefly relaxed for a few moments, his hard-on was now growing to its full size again. He looked up to Jon:

“When you are done with your gloves, I’d like you to help me donning my helmet.”

“Okay”, Jon answered and carefully took over Ryan’s helmet with all the attached umbilical tubes and lines.

“You are ready for your hat?”, Jon asked, standing behind Ryan, “you will be locked inside for at least six hours.”

“Man, couldn’t imagine a better place!”, Ryan answered, before Jon lowered the helmet slowly over him. The inside of the metal shell was coated with foam pads which provided a tight fit to the diver’s head. Finally getting the helmet on was the ultimate part in becoming a full-metal and rubber diver man, and for Ryan, it also was a boy’s dream coming true every time again.

When he was completely encased, Ryan felt the massive weight of the hat in his neck muscles. He moved his head until the helmet was in the right position for latching it to the neckring, which was Jon’s job. Obstructed by his thick gloves, Jon worked on the helmet lock for quite a time, until it finally snapped into its secured position. When Ryan heard the tiny “Click” of the spring-loaded mechanism, he knew he was sealed.

The concept of being enclosed in his massive airtight helmet provided additional sexual excitement to Ryan. He was already breathing rubbery smelling air from his mask, enjoying the flow resistance of the high-density gases he inhaled, and the distinctive sound of the regulator. As many times before during that first moments inside the helmet, Ryan’s excitement and his happiness were so intense that he partially lost control over his cock. Full of pure joy, he delivered his first portion of precum into the suit.

Besides the intermediate relaxation, it was good to have some lubrication underneath the diving suit right now. Ryan’s penis moved into a more comfortable position when he stood up. Helmeted and clumsy now, he still had to help Jon with his hat.

Watching this beautiful lad squeezing his head into the massive helmet and then sealing him gave some more electrifying moments to Ryan. They both blinked at each other’s through the thick glass of their faceplates. Jon’s wonderful blue eyes and the visible portions of his boyface underneath the breathing mask and all the heavy metal triggered a new rush of excitement for Ryan. Another portion of precum found its way into his suit. He knew he would shot his complete load during today’s dive, but he had to wait for the most exciting moment.

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“Jon, your intercom is okay?”, Ryan asked.

“Yeah”, the boy replied, full of enthusiasm, his helium voice mixed with the fizzling noise of his regulator.

With his black rubber gloves, he adjusted the gas valves on the regulator block of his helmet, providing an awesome sight in his full gear. He moved his heavy brass boots impatiently, keen on finally going under water.

“Don’t forget your suit heating”, Ryan reminded him. When he divers turned the heating valves mounted to their harnesses, their suits filled slowly with warm water. Slightly ballooned from the growing water pressure, his suit gave some relief to Ryan’s cock at last.

“Come on, kid, you are the first on the ladder”, he told Jon, “I’ll take care of your umbilical.”

With heavy but powerful steps Jon climbed down the diver’s ladder leading through the lower hatch of the bell. Only the hyperbaric pressure in the bell kept the water out. Jon’s brass hat went through the surface, shimmering in the light of the strong underwater lamps at the bottom of the bell.

“I’m on the bottom. It’s unbelievable”, Jon shouted in his mask some moments later. Despite the frequency shift due to the helium gas, Ryan could hear how lucky the young diver felt at this point.

“Okay, wait for me. I will be there in a few moments.”

When Ryan climbed down, he experienced a very special, joyful sensation, unique to the moment of entering the water. His faceplate went through the water line, and within seconds, his diving gear seemed much lighter, providing a feeling of freedom and weightlessness. Only the tight fit and the clumsiness of helmet, suit and boots remained. His rugged rubber hands looked amazing under water, the right one on the silver shimmering rail of the diving ladder, the left one holding the blue-yellow-and-red colored umbilical. I’m so proud of being a deep sea diver, he thought when he continued stepping down, inhaling the helium breathing gas. After a few moments he noticed the extreme coldness of the water around him, and turned up his suit heating.

Seconds later, he was standing on the bottom of the ocean in his weighted boots, looking around in a bizarre but fascinating scenery. There was no daylight at all, but the water was crystal clear. The orange-painted diving bell, lighted by bluish high-intensity lamps, looked like an alien spaceship hovering some feet above the bottom. In the light beam of Ryan’s helmet-mounted lamp the other diver appeared.

“Man, this is so fantastic”, Jon laughed with his still lucky helium voice, inside his magic shimmering helmet. He jumped upwards in his gear several times, obviously enjoying the resistance of the water.

“Come over, boy. And turn your helmet lamp on”, Ryan told him.

He is a natural, Ryan thought, when he watched Jon walking on the ocean floor in his rig quite easily. His brass boots created footprints which soon filled with mud. I’m so sweet on this lad, Ryan contemplated as Jon was playing around, he looks sleek and handsome when he is not suited, like the student next door. But he really knows how to wear his diving gear.

“Our working place seems to be over there”, he said, pointing Jon to a pipeline on the ocean floor which was to be repaired.

First task of today was to find out the reason for leaks in this area using a video camera, and probably installing new flanges. In later dives the team should clean the pipe from mussels and algae and then apply a chemical coating, protecting the line from further damage. The dive run of today should be followed by a series of ten to fifteen, depending on the damage found. It would be easy enough for a newcomer like Jon, so there should be enough room for some joyful moments during the dives. Ryan was looking forward to the time ahead.

Before Ryan and Jon could even have a closer look at the line, they were stopped by an announcement of the operator from above:

“We have some video system issues, guys. We don’t receive any pictures from down there at the moment. We must fix the video computer before work can commence. Just wait and relax some minutes. And try to spare some of our expensive air. We’ll keep you informed.”

“Okay, my friend”, Ryan said, tapping the shoulder of the young diver with his rubber glove, “they can’t watch us now. Let’s enjoy some deep sea chillout time.”

“That’s a good day for me”, Jon replied, “being down at 270 ft for the first time in my life - just for pleasure.”

He got down on his knees, and started to pick up some strange deep sea shells from the bottom. He turned them slowly in front of his faceplate with his rubber hands, then putting a few of them in a small pocket on his harness: “They will always remind me of my first day as a deep sea diver.”

Ryan switched their intercoms to a backup channel, which was not continuously monitored by the supervisors during normal operations.

“On this channel we have some more privacy”, he explained to Jon, “but we always have to switch back to normal COM after a few moments.”

“Okay”, Jon giggled, “we can talk about horny things that way.”

“Yeah”, Ryan laughed, “let’s start with the basics: if you have to pee in your suit, just do it. The dump water will take everything away.”

“I know that”, Jon answered, “I always found that funny in dive school. But at the moment, I’m just too hard to pee.”

Ryan was surprised by this statement, but tried not to show it to the boy.

“No problem”, he briefly replied, his own cock stiffening again, “we are men.”

“Too much juice…”, Jon continued, in a slightly shy manner, “…and that total supervision in the pressure chamber.”

“I know that. No opportunity for being alone with yourself.”

Ryan’s gloves went down to his jockstraps. Jon’s did the same when he saw it.

“Sometimes there might be more reasons for an underwater hardon”, Ryan remarked carefully, with his right rubber glove now near at his bulge.

“I’m not sure”, Jon said, “maybe it’s all the rubber and the metal stuff around me. I never felt so masculine. In this helmet, I’m like a deep sea diver, an astronaut and a medieval knight – all at the same time.”

“Yeah. That’s how you look in your suit. I can understand you. This gear has some horny aspects.”

“EVERYTHING is so horny!”, Jon answered spontaneously, “the helmet, the gloves, the weight, the smells, the stiffness – and me, too!”

“That’s for sure”, Ryan laughed, getting more and more excited. A strong rush of blood stiffened his penis to maximum level. At this point, both divers had their rubber gloves down covering their bulges. Jon pointed the light beam of his helmet lamp in the direction of Ryan’s crotch.

“We seem to have a lot in common”, he remarked.

“Sure”, Ryan nodded in his helmet.

“No one can see and hear us now, am I right?”, Jon asked, exhilarated.

“I think I’ve just had the same idea”, Ryan answered, “do you think we can have some underwater relief together?”

“Oh yeah. Would be the best moment now.” Jon touched Ryan’s feet with his brass boots.
Ryan was getting even more horny from second to second.

“Man, I’m so hard, I can already grab it through my suit”, Jon moaned.

“Let’s help each other’s – I take yours, and you take mine”, Ryan suggested. He felt that more precum would soon seek its way to be released.

“Okay, Man, let’s start”, Jon shouted, almost breathless.

Seconds later, Ryan was in heaven, being massaged in full gear by the young diver with his rubber gloves. Their breath got faster and faster, causing a growing regulator noise which made them more horny.
In his right hand, Ryan could feel the big cock of Jon beneath his suit. With his left, he kept his mate in a hugged position. In order to achieve maximum pleasure, both divers tried to get as close as possible to each other, and they moved into the most convenient position for their upcoming shot.

Ryan knew it would be intense, since he didn’t jerk off for almost four days. He pushed his head forward to have a good direct view into Jon’s face in his helmet, a big, additional turn-on for him. Jon seemed to sweat in his helmet, and his lucky grin was so wide that the corners of his mouth escaped his breathing mask. I’d really like to kiss him, Ryan told to himself. Jon’s magic blue eyes and his beautiful blond eyebrows provided a wonderful contrast to the rugged brass shell of his helmet. Ryan inhaled the smell of rubber and metal in his helmet while his cock was nearing explosion. He tightened his rubber fist around Jon’s bulge.

“No return”, Jon moaned suddenly, as he closed his eyes, full of pleasure. At this point, the rubber and the helmet became a part of Ryan’s body. A hot, wonderful shockwave went through both divers. Their bodies jerked up in their gear simultaneously, and then they released thick and strong streams of cum. They shot their juices in very intense jolts, enjoying long and wonderful seconds of passion. It was the most intense release both had ever experienced so far, and it seemed to last much longer than normal. When it was nearly over, Ryan opened his eyes again, and when he saw the happiness in Jon’s face under his helmet, he could continue shooting further charges for some more moments.


When they were done, they came into a wonderful, relaxed satisfaction. They tried to hug each other’s as good as it was possible in their diving gear, which provided a cosy feeling now. Their breath became normal again after some moments. Jon grinned at Ryan through his faceplate, and there was a calm and warm friendliness in his eyes.

“Diver, I think I’m really in love with you”, he murmured to Ryan via the backup channel, “I hope that’s alright for you.”

“More than that, man”, Ryan replied, gently taking both rubber hands of his new mate. For some moments, the two young divers stood silently on the ocean floor, just enjoying their friendship, watching each other’s and the strange world they were in.


The intercom crackled: “Guys, holidays are over! We have restarted the video computer. Get over to the pipeline now.”

When Ryan and Jon moved to their work, both knew they would have a great time together.